Three stages of life
Bud and bloom and past its prime
River of life flows
My feeble attempt at Haiku that is not my forte. Photo of the roses from my backyard. Before the inevitable water rationing(continuing) and summer drought strike, wanted to take a photograph.
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Author: pranabaxom
Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.
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Lovelyy and the flowers are beautiful!
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Ah, somebody is up after a long breakfast. That must have been a wonderful breakfast😊
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Hahah breakfast wasnt soo bad 😁
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Lovely flowers.
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and the haiku is not😭😭
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Am sure it is .. It went whoosh above my head.. 😀 Sorry .. am bad at getting hang of poetry.. !
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😊😊😊
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Beautiful poem and flowers 🙂
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Thanks.
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Great, for a first haiku attempt!!
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Thanks.
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