full moon —
my granddaughter touches
my silver hair
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Tuesday, June 17, 2008
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4 Comments:
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I like this very much !
Better silver hair than bald moon head ... grin ...
Greetings from Japan !
GABI
nice poem. what about this?
The clouds sing softly
Of division and limits
I do not listen
haiku poems
Grandparents enjoying the company of her grandchildren, a story in three lines, fascinating.
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