Fireflies conjure
the memories of summers
that make my heart cry.
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- A mist lightens greensummer trees, haunting the pa...
- A pale half moon floatsin a bruised blue sky mottl...
- Evening rains have lefta brilliant, jungle green i...
- Fireflies conjurethe memories of summersthat make ...
- "Let's go", said Holden,"Why not", replied Warren ...
- Soft, hazy twilightcomes earlier now - warningsumm...
- Cicada hummingfills the air with sweaty songas eve...
- A single yellow lily blooms among the dead stems,l...
- Softly sighing treesalive with the kiss of rainand...
- The liles are dead;dried amber stalks in the sunho...
- What are the purpleflowers waving on thin stalksal...
- Laying on my backin soft grass and black night, It...
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Purpose
- 365 Days
- Prairie Grove, Arkansas, United States
- My plan is to post a Tanka, Haiku, or another short breath of some sort daily, and to include pictures of the outdoors at least twice a week. I want this to be an exercise in living in the moment and disciplined writing.
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