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The sun slowly lifts
Castle Sands’s white wedding veil.
Rays being tossed like rice.
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Nota Bene: For those unfamiliar with the Scots word haar, it means a cold [and somewhat damp] sea fog.
American-Italian-Peruvian poet, freelance copywriter, premium ghostwriter, and painter. Always open to new opportunities. Nine books and I am proudly counting!
The sun slowly lifts
Castle Sands’s white wedding veil.
Rays being tossed like rice.
P.S. After reading the poem about your grandfather, and this one, I think it’s time to play a round of golf at The Old Course.
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The sun slowly lifts
Castle Sands’s white wedding veil.
Rays being tossed like rice.
A masterfully crafted haiku! 👏
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