spring blossoms our newborn before language
Issue 17.1 | 4 April 2017
after the rain
This spring time haiku is representative of all things new. We don’t need to speak to enjoy these things. Our other senses do the job. He vision of pink blossoms and the caress of a newborn. The never ending story of life. Nicely done.
Well posed Michelle; humbly, I agree.
__ Nicely felt Bouwe, and my instant echo. _m
when the smiles blossom
Thanks everyone for the kind words!
Our baby daughter is a new source of inspiration :)
This is so delicate, Bouwe. Beautiful. Congratulations on your addition to the family! :)
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