An Italian Lovestory (a Haiku)

Girl in black, with curly hair, A bowl of pasta And two forks in her right hand © 2018 Obliquity of the Ecliptic

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Early October, 5:34pm

The sun was a silver smear in the cloudy sky It hurt my eyes and made me wonder Riding along the winding path How something so warm And so bright could be so cold When thinly veiled Unable to even touch The wind-whipped treetops Or the bat house on the lake side But then I … Continue reading Early October, 5:34pm