Painting a ceiling,
white as a winter snowfall,
falling in the tea.
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James Green
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven4 days ago in Fiction
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A well written Haiku
Your imagery was so vivid! Loved your Haiku!