The Breeze On the Sunday Morning

The calming, free breeze, 
In the light of a Sunday,
Is most beautiful.

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  1. Anonymous2 January 2018 at 06:24

    I like this haiku. When I think about a typical Sunday, I think about everything stated in this short poem! Good job! Please write more of these

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