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There is an unfathomable emptiness in us,
no matter how much we are blessed.
Last time when we went up the hill, it was
raining. Bare feet when touches mud and water, sends up something that is whimsical.
Sometimes things are better when left half told. When we cannot find what is missing,
the green grass and the woody, wet and muddy scents fill the gap. The wild
sound of that stream cools us down immensely.
We haven’t gone for the dusty summer path
yet. It is so hot here but out there the earth still holds that damp dreams
tight; let’s go and keep our ears close to those pebbles over which the stream
ran wildly.
Spider weaves web
Dew drops settle on it, gently
Nice sentence: "Sometimes things are better when left half told." It got me thinking. Things probably can't be fully told unless they are uninteresting. Somewhere between untold and fully told is best. Nice haibun.
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely Gorgeous! I love it.
ReplyDeleteEnchanting write
ReplyDeleteI love how nature and her scents fill the gap missing in our lives~ Keep weaving gossamer stories ~
ReplyDeleteI adore how you brought in the scents and the bliss of water in here, and your haiku is stunning.
ReplyDeleteThank you all ♥ ♥ ♥
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