haikuFlophouse. (haiku) Near the toppled chair half empty bottles and cans; coffin flies gather. © Nancy Botta, 2019 Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Standard
Ewww. I can almost smell the cloying sweet aroma of cheep perfume and sweat… LikeLiked by 1 person June 27, 2019 at 11:13 pm Reply
Like the man once said, ” I don’t know much about art but I know what I like”. That’s maybe the first haiku that I can say I fully understood. Well done. LikeLiked by 1 person July 13, 2019 at 3:06 pm Reply
A room frozen in time. There could be many stories to be told by the four walls. LikeLiked by 1 person August 10, 2019 at 2:49 pm Reply
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Ewww. I can almost smell the cloying sweet aroma of cheep perfume and sweat…
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Like the man once said, ” I don’t know much about art but I know what I like”. That’s maybe the first haiku that I can say I fully understood. Well done.
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Incredibly vivid! Great job 🙂
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A room frozen in time. There could be many stories to be told by the four walls.
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