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['Wooden Bridge over Lake Balaton' image courtesy Carpe Diem]
sure creak of old wood -
a span of years its holdings
as dreams cross over
© gillena cox 2016
Revisit
June 18th 2013
June 18th 2012
June 18th 2011
Carpe Diem #979 Hungary
Wheat Grain by Hungarian haiku poet Dávid Beatrix (1976 -)
Dying in winter
it resurrects in spring
its passing is life
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7 comments:
sure creak of old wood
I like how this line can be read in multiple ways.
thanks for your appreciation Diane
Much love...
Your imagery woke my senses!
Thank you for your appreciation Carol
much love...
A wonderful interpretation of bridge photo!
Thanks for dropping in Lynn
Much love...
A beauty
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