Unassuming Haiku Musings
Bournemouth Beach
Old Bournemouth beach lands, down pier and chine to the sands. Bright on Dorset strands.
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Thoughts, stories, and ideas.
Old Bournemouth beach lands, down pier and chine to the sands. Bright on Dorset strands.
Razumov’s watch stopped— he felt ready to swoon; then this time it was done.
To judge, or to be judged: neither improves an afternoon. I prefer instruction to sentencing— a lesson is preferable to a sentence, especially when the offence
The midnight bells were jingling— mere chimes, if one is strict. They marked the stroke of twelve o’clock— a point I won’t contradict. They