28 Sunday May 2017
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Never speak with your mouth full
Unless you spit seeds of happiness
So that all may grow in abundance
You might remember Dennis the Menace from last autumn, he’s back and still a stinker but he’s better at sharing 😉
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27 Saturday May 2017
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Remember to stop
Take time to rest weary bones
And smile at strangers
Daily Haiku Challenge ~ Day 207/365
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27 Saturday May 2017
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Another rumble pierces the quiet
The start of another raucous riot
Thunderous sounds, lightning flashing
Clouds open up, rain falls, thrashing
Pummeling nature, impeding paradise
Flowers lay fallen, a cruel sacrifice
Through open curtains, I see it unfold
Watching as skies become uncontrolled
Then my eyes grow heavy, to stay awake I must fight
Til I fall asleep, to the sound of the rain, in the night
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26 Friday May 2017
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When night quietly falls
Letting stars light up the sky
Peaceful bliss abounds
Daily Haiku Challenge ~ Day 206/365
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26 Friday May 2017
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A rumble in the sky, in the darkest of night
Rain pours down, with no end in sight
Their bodies cry out, such a jubilant sound
Souls have been lifted from under the ground
Up to the sky, on the wisp of a cloud
They cling to each other, faces unshroud
Though joyful, these spirits, as they climb ever high
They tearfully watch, as the clouds start to cry
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