raindrops like ripe plums
such memories in my dreams
these long years of drought
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raindrops like ripe plums
such memories in my dreams
these long years of drought
by PMu Ink
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Marvelous haiku, Bruce–LOVE that first line, wow!
Yes, dreams of rain and just now it’s raining. Thanks Rain Man.
Every day the cats and I do a rain dance
Thank you! I may tweak the last line
Hey Bruce, I got your request to be invited into the gates at Dim Scribbles–but I’m not working that blog right now, so you’re not missing a thing. I’m here at my “summer place”–just letting you know, keeping you in the loop.
Thank you, Del, I’ll hang out at your summer palace
The imagination is a palace of sorts, or a “summer place”–like the movie theme song.