IshaismsReminiscence, haiku September 19, 2022 Isha Miss the afternoonsreading at home, while it rained …and I dreamt of moors Share this:EmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Published by Isha I am all ages; the timeless sea... One with nature, the breeze and the trees... Sparks of fire are the soul of me; I'm all that was, is and will be. © Author of Dark River - a deluge of poetry. View all posts by Isha
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I dreamt of moors too, in my Wuthering Heights days, lol.
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Ah, same! I love Wuthering Heights.
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Ok, I posted one of my own.
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And how charming too!
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