Haiku/Senryu / flowers in june

ok, I will tell you, because you seem like such a dear soul. Flowers were given, then subsequently forgotten
However the gift remains, encased within the heart, soothing the mind etc, mending the broken soul. Love is transient thing able to be passed on through a card, a gift an expression like a kiss a touch. Write back and let me know that you understand.

Okay, I’m not sure I agree, but I get what you’re saying. Can you distill this into the poem?

thanxxx.

not that lonely, I have lots of friends who think highly of me and beautiful family who patiently wait all the while adoring me.

LOL – remember – I didn’t know who this was reviewing. :) And of course, count me in.

tis the beauty of having a different name

the name of the rose
does not change the sweetness or
beauty of the bud

I couldn’t pick a nicer person, considered as a stranger, to get a 10 of.
You humble me with great praise.
Thank you.