Crickets and Firelight
A Twilight Haiku of Peaceful Wonder
Amber hush drifts wide,
crickets stitch the dusk with sound,
clouds sip dying flame.
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Printique Studios
A poetic journey weaver, I craft verses that paint the canvas of life with hues of dreams and determination. Their words resonate with empowerment, encouraging others to forge their destinies and embrace gratitude.
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By Cathy Schieffelin7 days ago in Humor
Comments (3)
Beautiful 🦋😊🦋
Very magical description. Lovely poem.
A few words but very descriptive, thankyou for sharing xx