sand between my toeswet suits drying on the linesad to see you leave
Don't worry; we'll take good care of it up here...
Beautiful trio of your words, image, and music, Rall.
That last line, though... I hope it was speaking of summer, not the love. Great rensaku, Rall! Yvette M Calleiro :-)http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
I agree with Yvette’s sentiment about the last line. Though ambiguous always makes for a better haiku. I’d love for it to be summer here.🥶
Coming from England I felt like summer never really left when I was living in Sydney. Good write Rall 👏
Yes we are lucky !
This conjures up warm feelings💜💜
What a fabulous rensaku, Rall. I love the last line! Remember the songs of our youth? It was common for a summer love to move on. ❤️
Don't worry; we'll take good care of it up here...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful trio of your words, image, and music, Rall.
ReplyDeleteThat last line, though... I hope it was speaking of summer, not the love. Great rensaku, Rall!
ReplyDeleteYvette M Calleiro :-)
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
I agree with Yvette’s sentiment about the last line. Though ambiguous always makes for a better haiku. I’d love for it to be summer here.🥶
ReplyDeleteComing from England I felt like summer never really left when I was living in Sydney. Good write Rall 👏
ReplyDeleteYes we are lucky !
ReplyDeleteThis conjures up warm feelings💜💜
ReplyDeleteWhat a fabulous rensaku, Rall. I love the last line! Remember the songs of our youth? It was common for a summer love to move on. ❤️
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