Storms A Brewing
Hands Or Fate
Storm clouds are brewing
I can see the hands of fate
here in this snow globe
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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The last time I laughed so hard that my belly hurt was ___________ Rupi Kaur's Gratitude Writing Prompts When I was 24 and going to a women's support group we would laugh, I would go home with a sore face and sore sides. Why? I wasn't used to smiling or laughing. After a few months of doing that, I never have a sore face, sides, or belly from laughing as I laugh enough.
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Comments (7)
I hope you entered this into the Inverse challenge. It works so well both ways!
How I would love to see a snowstorm instead of 74 degrees in February.
The storm is like a shaken snowglobe and the storm does not last forever . Excellent Haiku
Fine, very delicate delivery!
Wonderful!
Ouuuuuuuu, this is is so good, Kelli 💗
A snow crystal ball.