Haiku
rows of white crosses
we leave our tears
upon the ground
(C) 2010 James Eric Watkins
we leave our tears
upon the ground
(C) 2010 James Eric Watkins
posted by Sir James Eric Watkins at 3:32 PM
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
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4 Comments:
nice. I can never write haikus.
Tori. Hello. Thank you for your comment.
I plan to visit the family cemetery soon and my idea was to bring white roses. I don't know if they represent something, they just popped into my head. Coincidence?
I just sent you an email to inquire if you were on facebook. Sometimes I click on an old blog link and the link is dead. I'm afraid of losing contact. I'm a clingy needy friend :)
Me too, needy that is.
White roses seems fitting. I don't know why. But I picture you in the cemetery holding them.
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