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grandfather’ s house
at the end of empty road
just a pile of stones
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grandfather’ s house
at the end of empty road
just a pile of stones
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Nicely done!
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Sadly true but a lovely haiku.
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Love this!! my grandfather’s family came from a tiny village they nicknamed “au Stone”…your haiku brought me right there:)
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beautiful, but so sad
namaste
jzb
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sweet memories.
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a pile of stones give us lots of weight on grandpa’s house.
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Nicely done!
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Hopefully the sun will grace those sunlit stones.
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