Earth offers balance
Water and air collude to
Make you unsteady
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Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
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Comments (7)
This was brilliant!
I loved your use of 'collude' in this! Wonderfully written :)
I must be over hydrated and highly inflated considering how long I been unsteady, 😂 J/K, nice job Paul
Well done.
Swept away 🌊
Love this! I’m a word-nerd and I love your choice of the word “collude”. 🥰❤️
Way to get all your Haikus read. Wonderful views.