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encircled by stones
primeval instincts released
two lonely pilgrims
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Your haiku stimulates memories of the time I stood inside a ring of standing stones. You are right – there is a primeval energy to such places that does release something deep within us. I think I’ll have to try and write a haiku about this too 🙂
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Nice haiku Ese. Stonehenge as a place to release ancient instincts … sounds great 🙂
Kristjaan (Carpe Diem)
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Nice Haiku , as usual.
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Sorry but I’m seeing Dr Who and the Pandorica. Oh, and maybe trips to stonehenge to indulge in my younger years 😉
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…and I think I see some more lonely pilgrims in the distance…
The Stones Tell Stories
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A serene place for the two..
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