His laugh was gentle
His laugh was honest, child-like
I might’ve kissed him
Tag Archives: Walk
Who
Who wishes wind
Would whisper the way
When we wayward walk
Within the wilderness
Walk
Demonstrate love
Touch the soft places
Hands on the hard
Learn through these spaces
Wear Wing-Tips That Day
What odd, cool walking shoes
Sueded, tan wingtips
That match your pants
That match your sueded walk
And tan, Mediterranean wings
That match your odd, your cool
This Walk: A Haiku
Life’s brought me laughter
And tho’ I’ve learned through life’s pain
Life owes me kisses
This Haiku: Collective Stroll
I see the fabric
And all I can consider
Is the skin beneath
This Haiku: English
Late please. Then early.
And at mid-day once again.
When I like to walk.
This Haiku: Your Good Walk
Stellar like starlight.
Emerald green, but grand with
your petals of HOPE.
This Haiku: Come. Fate.
Just the ordained walk
With all those sweet souls who’ve loved
In This world and That
This Haiku: Since Saturday
Will you walk with me
With a deliberate pace
Can we not shuffle
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