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NaHaiWriMo Prompt: Full

full of stars
this sky, a child draws
his own constellations 

Today the day is really fulfilling. From morning, the clouds are playing hide and seek with the sun but not without putting our hopes aside for a rain, being carried away in southwest wind to make the parch lands wet. In evening however, the rain splits the roads with the laughter of children and most people sit in their balcony to enjoy it. My friends on Facebook living in Western Hemisphere and a day earlier are able to watch Honey moon which appeared after 100 years. I am mostly contemplating the world around me when I wrote this haiku as I observe the sky, neither do I wish to surround with this knowledge nor does it eludes me. My situation is exactly like a child, though I am informed.


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Consistency where life frames women in different roles and you feel inhabited.

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Cold winds with those dark clouds
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tiny corpuscles of lime,
from where I have sprung and this haste
do I even know the melody…

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First published on Literary journal.

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Small leaves sprout and crawl inside me, branches spread out, straws are collected nests are created.
Lone pathway on feet speck of air or earth so full, and my own heart's silence in this moment's time.

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