Haiku # 369

Imagining his fingers
under her short skirt
she crosses her legs

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After the snowstorm
the trees like candles
melting in the wind

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Their shrill laughter
chilling my bones…
the humor of crows

~

على كتف القمر
الياسمينة تهدهد
أحلامها

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