Battling tired eye lids
Humming melody revives
Love creeps through shadows
Buckets emptied, yet so full
I write this as i watch my mother talking to a friend over the phone. I have never been able to figure out her undying enthusiasm as she speaks without pausing. People love talking to her and i can see why. Sometimes i watch her quietly, and my eyes well up without a reason. There is a sudden urge to love her more. The love a mother can give you, nobody ever can. Her heart pumps more love than is necessary... There's always room for more.
This Haiku is written for the SHW and the Haiku Heights. The prompts for the week are 'NATURAL' and 'TRUE' respectively.
Longing luscious hair
Dreaming the beautiful life
Make peace with the Dove
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