Shifts in the cool wind
skew a love’s rhythmic ripple
ever decreasing
For haiku Horizon prompt: Shift. Other entries are here.
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The way love ripples does shift with the temperatures of the love they feel together. I liked this and hope I interpreted this close to how you feel. Smiles Robin
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Spot on, thank you.
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How enigmatic. Love cooling?
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Yep. Thanks, Suzanne.
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I hope things work out smoothly.
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It is fictitious I should point out. My hubby sometimes reads my blog. But you got what I was meaning.
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Sorry, I didn’t mean to cause your problems.
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No, no, I didn’t mean anything by that, just that he takes an interest and we’re fine. I never write about myself in terms of the meaning of the poem is all
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lovely…..
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Thank you, Sudhir.
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Ripples fade. Nice metaphor.
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Thank you.
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