Haiku for a Winter's Day
High Tide
Any Boundry its foe
Without sanity--breaking paths
Rushing to the shore
Any Boundry its foe
Without sanity--breaking paths
Rushing to the shore
Low Tide
Softly, Silently
Teasing the shore with its waves
Searching for a soul
Marla R. Timberlake, 1989 ©


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