Nine years for me toogathering friends like flowersblowing in the wind.
Strike!
Time flies like poppy seeds in the wind.Friends come and sometimes fly like poppy seeds in the wind.The seeds of those friends remain forever.(my words are not a Haiku poem, but given a little time I could work them into one).
Take all the time you need, Mylady. :)
Nine years for me too
ReplyDeletegathering friends like flowers
blowing in the wind.
Strike!
DeleteTime flies like poppy seeds in the wind.
ReplyDeleteFriends come and sometimes fly like poppy seeds in the wind.
The seeds of those friends remain forever.
(my words are not a Haiku poem, but given a little time I could work them into one).
Take all the time you need, Mylady. :)
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