Haiku Tuesday (Forming Figments)

curling strand of hair

falls across her face, gently

speaking to my soul

morning light drifing

through singing birds in dark trees

signs of a new day

forged in summers heat

connections for life made of

eternal sunshine

deft the painters stroke

sweeping across his canvas

creating new worlds

glimmers of faces

outside recognition to

visions of past lives

jellyfish wishes

it could float through the air, as

propelled by bubbles


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