frosty morning lace
greeting me at my window
fingertip tracing
A dyslexic dreamer who once thought reading and writing were beyond reach. Yet here I am, an artist, wordsmith, and illustrator—ready to weave stories and poems from my artwork.
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This was stunning! Loved your Haiku!
It is a temptation to trace with our finger the frost on one's windows. Excellent Haiku
Just perfect writing.
Very nice, tells a real story
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Comments (4)
This was stunning! Loved your Haiku!
It is a temptation to trace with our finger the frost on one's windows. Excellent Haiku
Just perfect writing.
Very nice, tells a real story