by OceanzestHamilton, Waikato, New Zealand
Jun 2021 247 Views 1 comments
Haiku 3
a servant of salt
she docks on the old jetty
timbers in the sun
topaz delights me
sets the rhythm of the night
to the chase I'm born
Aristotle's virtues
a field of mountainside flowers
making of a man
she docks on the old jetty
timbers in the sun
topaz delights me
sets the rhythm of the night
to the chase I'm born
Aristotle's virtues
a field of mountainside flowers
making of a man
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Posted: Jun 2021
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Enjoyed reading.
Regards Mick