Memory of her voice – haiku by Bruce Whealton
Memory of her voice
indistinct like the sound of waves
takes my breath away, still.
Makes me think of another haiku
which follows:
Her voice on the phone -
I tremble.
Memory of her voice
indistinct like the sound of waves
takes my breath away, still.
Makes me think of another haiku
which follows:
Her voice on the phone -
I tremble.
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