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Dawn Chorus

Dawn Chorus

Poem from the Haiku series.

When the days of winter start to turn away, it’s such a joy to wake up in the morning to the song of birds; there’s few things so inviting.

Love, Kiyo

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Well of Words

Well of Words

Poem from the Haiku series.

Personally, I love that moment when you sit down and start something new; that feeling of everything being possible.

Love, Kiyo

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Emerald Rain

Emerald Rain

Poem from the Haiku series.

There’s music in that exact moment when all is silent, and you hear the rain begin to fall — softly, so softly, until it builds into a crescendo.

Love, Kiyo

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Remember Me

Remember Me

Poem from the Haiku series.

Deep in our hearts, I think we all have that wish; to be remembered for who we were, and what we meant to them.

Love, Kiyo

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Fall in Love

Fall in Love

Poem from the Haiku series.

When two souls connect, the ripples of change that occur in their life can be such a beautiful thing; cherish it, cherish it always.

Love, Kiyo

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Gift of You

Gift of You

Poem from the Haiku series.

People I meet, and whom I instantly like, are like books waiting to be explored; an adventure calling from between their written chapters of life.

Love, Kiyo

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Winter Storms

Winter Storms

Poem from the Haiku series.

When my imagination gets the better of me, listening to storm-winds howl and moan, makes me picture wolves leaping between bare trees…

Love, Kiyo

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Particles and Stardust

Particles and Stardust

Poem from the Haiku series.

Clear night skies make my thoughts wander; tracing the stars and their formations, somehow always paint stories running wild in my mind.

Love, Kiyo

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White Kisses

White Kisses

Poem from the Haiku series.

I always feel like a child again when snow begins to fall; like a true kind of magic it takes my breath away, and I simply remain staring — mesmerised.

Love, Kiyo

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Frozen Hands

Frozen Hands

Poem from the Haiku series.

Lost in the things we love most, time can seize to have any meaning at all.

Love, Kiyo

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