The only moving thing
Is the twisting scent
Of honeysuckle
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30 June 2009
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I like the expression "twisting scent" very much. And I do love the word (and the scent of) honeysuckle (much nice than the German name for this plant)!
A nice haiku! It has a very special scent!
Posted by: Angelika Wienert (haikushelf) | 09 July 2009 at 09:17 PM