knock knock
emptiness so hard to fill
death.
(c) Tournesol
Death (haiku)
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A little bit about moi: I am a mom, a nana, a sister, a woman, a friend, a human being…a youth counsellor, Family Life Educator. I have been working in the helping profession for over 25 years and volunteered in various capacities from youths to seniors. Tournesol is my nom de plume for haiku and other Japanese form poetry here at Tournesoldansunjardin https://cheryllynnroberts.wordpress.com I hope you enjoy reading through my daily waka. I also have another blog "Stop the Stigma" where I may stand on my soapbox now and then and hope it will become a place to drop in and share or comment on issues important to you. In that vein this could be a great way to learn from each other. http://stigmahursteveryone.wordpress.com View all posts by Tournesol
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Tournesol dans un Jardin 
Whoa — this one makes you pause and think — !
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Well death does make you pause alright but then you can no longer think…haha.
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Yeah …. quite a long pause! 😉
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Until you come back of course…maybe I could be a fish but not too small to get eaten too quickly.
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🙂
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