Catching up on
old times, our words flow
like tears


About alarmingman

Hovering somewhere between observation, words and action...
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3 Responses to Meeting

  1. leelotchka44 says:

    I think what I adore with Haikus is the often so very unsuspected last line. These tiny exquisite shocks – like a shift from coming from a crowdy room into a outdoor pavilion where they play Mozart

  2. Mike Powell says:

    Tears of joy, tears of sadness; tears of ecstasy, tears of pain–tears come in so many varieties, as do our memories.

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