As I sip my morning tea, the autumn sun outside, like a warm, tender wave falls over the trees in the garden. Beside me, on the desk, a book calls to be read, as though it were the tender eyes of a woman I love, inviting me to delve into them. My heart is filled with a strange stillness and calm as leaves falls all around.
Autumn morning…
in all beginnings is sown
the seed of their end
Rooted in Love 
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#Haiku Happenings #5: Pierre Mhanna’s #haibun #5!
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