Apple blooms – I wait
when the fruit ripes – my tears fall
like the midnight rain.
--Anna Maria--
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575 (A Haiku Story)
PoetryHaikus from the heart. A story of a girl who fell in love and gave it all.
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Apple blooms – I wait
when the fruit ripes – my tears fall
like the midnight rain.
--Anna Maria--
