Perfume 04 Tuesday Nov 2014 Posted by Esther H. in Poésie ≈ 5 Comments TagsDream, Tanka Painting by Di Li Feng The house is sleeping, A shadow comes into my room. It’s just a whisper. The moon shines through the window, Nobody but a perfume. TwitterSkypeFacebookPinterestTumblrEmailMoreTelegramLinkedInPrintStumblePocketRedditWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related
So special…
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Beautiful.
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The mind, half asleep,
Can feel a distant presence
As if it was near.
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Reblogged this on Dionysus Amber ☮♡✡ and commented:
I adore this Haiku. And I adore peerfume 🙂
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Really cool and quiet, how the various senses are enlivened here. And mostly because it is just plain accurate besides being beautifully rendered.
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