silence broken
by the soft breezes
the pond is stirred
we walk among those hills
leave our wooden shoes behind
~~~
© Carol Campbell
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2016/06
half timbered houses
abut the hill – an eagle’s nest
full of family warmth
© Chèvrefeuille
A small line of sun
between the curtains:
dust on mahogany
Een klein streepje zon
tussen de gordijnen door:
stof op mahonie
***
Each time
I try to smile I also
show my teeth.
Elke keer als ik
probeer te lachen laat ik
ook mijn tanden zien.
© Willem Johan van der Molen (1923-2002)
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WritersDream9 
Lovely poem!!!!
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Interesting ‘take’ on Haiku! 😉 Hugs!
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Thank you!
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Gorgeous, Carol!
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Thanks so much!
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Mooi!
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Thank you!
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Gorgeous poem!
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You’re most welcome.
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🙂
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a hill in holland is about 3 feet BELOW sea level. 😉
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ah this one brings back memories 🙂 I spent a few days in The Netherlands in college and what a lovely country it was. You’re poem captures it perfectly 🙂
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Never been but thank you for confirming my impressions from afar.
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You’re welcome 🙂 It was lovely there though I would love to visit in some other month than January next time. I’ll bet it’s even nicer outside of winter!
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Never stop writing. Never let others dictate what you can or can’t do – do what your heart tells you. You have talent, so please let it shine 🙂
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Thanks so much!
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