Unexpected, tears
Spring to my eyes. I allow
My heart to spill forth.
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“My brother warned me to not accept gifts from the one who commissioned you,” said Epimetheus to the woman clad in silvery raiments standing at the entrance to the temple. Her silver tiara and the silver rings on her fingers and toes glinted in the firelight cast by torches set on either side of the doorway. Lingering in the shadows, beyond the reach of the flames as she was, he could not tell what she held in her hands. At first what appeared to be a box was perhaps a funerary urn, or maybe merely an apple.
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Gorgeous haiku and accompanying image. It does make the heart overflow.
I hope it is from joy. Everything is fine, and the tear is cathartic.:)
That can feel soooo therapeutic! Loved your Haiku@
The rites of spring as catharsis. Both beautiful and brilliant!
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Beautiful Hannah! Just beautiful!