Friday, 5 May 2017

Poetry Friday 44

Poetry Friday 44

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Three little ones for you this week. Inspired by Portugal and things.

Drifting along a street
that I’ve never been down before
but it looks something like a street
I walked along
with you.

The clock says it’s time to go
but no one is ready.
So, I sit writing haiku  

Wine (a mini haiku)
Wine, more black then red
stains my tongue
fogs my memory.

Hope you enjoyed this little ones special. Have a good weekend.

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