when winged wishes fly
nomadic dreams find a stream
floods the parched who roam
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recuerda mi Corazon another beautiful friday passes… oh the joy closer to spring
when winged wishes fly
nomadic dreams find a stream
floods the parched who roam
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
recuerda mi Corazon another beautiful friday passes… oh the joy closer to spring
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
Love your swirling words
hi gemma… thank you for stopping by…. love your blog!!!
This touches my heart and takes me far, far, far away…
oh lea, that’s exactly it…!!!
I do like these words, they connect with my dream of a nomadic existence. Perhaps in another life! Thank you for taking me there.
Happy spring to you. x
yes, dreams…!!!! absolutely roaming dreams and feet… at one time I did live that way and then I got caught in the American dream and stayed home, bought a house, had children and how that he’s grown I wanna start roaming again… ms pie
I love, love your awesome haiku!! Such beautiful words to stoke the imagination.
thank you for stopping by judi… “..stoke the imagination..” lovely words to poets… yes??
‘Winged wishes’ – I love that!
I love this too, very evocative!