The west wind whispered, And touched the eyelids of spring: Her eyes, Primroses. R.M Hansard


International Haiku Poetry Day, 17th April
The west wind whispered, And touched the eyelids of spring: Her eyes, Primroses. R.M Hansard

Bartholomew Barker
Writes a Haiku
Every Friday –
A Fraiku….
Thank you for the shout-out, Bernie.
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