Originally posted on Urban Poetry:
In this daily haiku, “Swaying Flowers”. Watching flowers and branches move to a warm breeze lulls me into a place. It is like an aphrodisiac of white noise and silence at the same time. Somehow it slows my heartbeat and mind. I’m drawn in the motions, the bending, and swaying. A…

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