Haiku: Wet Noises 

poetry
wet noises fall from green existence

a fresh rain.

wet noises… plop. plop. plop.

fall from green existence,

upon a porous landscape

of time.

Linda J. Wolff

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A poetic wordsmith by the mind and a passionate blogger by heart.
Reservoir for Wolff Poetry and mentor for youth writing groups. Life motto: Everything you seek is in the stillness of one’s mind. The place between seconds, whispering of a song between sound.

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