honeysuckle scent,
in the breeze, the moon turns
into a flared nostril
in the breeze, the moon turns
into a flared nostril
©2009 Beatrice V
Beatrice V
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Selected Poems
- Autumn Crescent
- Between Desert and Steppe
- Books
- Cheek to Cheek
- Diva
- Footprints in the Snow
- Hamlet in Somerset House
- In the looking Glass
- Kashmir
- Landscapes
- Love's Ghost
- Memory Lane
- Mondays -the corner table
- Pearls
- Sand and Dust
- Silent music
- Silk
- Sleight of Hand
- Sun Kissed
- The Way to Llangunllo
- Touch the Moon
- Untitled
from the haiku and tanka collection
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