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__I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

A recent comment/echo at Daniele's good blog >haikud'aile< but with a minor erasure.

my pencil notes
through every scribble book
eraser dust

11 comments:

Ygraine said...

Oh if only it were as simple to erase certain phases of our lives...*smiles*
then blow the dust out into the distance...:)

Jennifer Wagner said...

Eraser dust...every good book has it! Cool piece, M.

Lorraine Renaud said...

I like that eraser dust, easy to get rid of DD

Crafty Green Poet said...

excellent

Magyar said...

__This surely points out that, "even when I simply take notes, it's necessary to I make a bunch of corrections!"
__I thank you all; Ygraine, Jenn, LL, and Juliete_. _m

Rachel said...

Dear Magyar,
just as men. He also turns to dust.
Everything is impermanent.
But before that is life, is the writing.
And your haikus are the best ever !!!

Full of heart
best regards
Rachel

Danièle Duteil said...

The words we can see. And the other ones.

Magyar said...

Ihren Kommentar zu freundlich machte mich erroten, vielen Dank, Rachel_!
_m

Magyar said...

__Ahhhhh yes, Daniele; the words that hide... behind those that we see and read. Smiles, and I thank you_!
_m

Gillena Cox said...

nice one Magyar, i could never find my erasers when i need them

much love...

Magyar said...

Thanks Gillena_! Had trouble finding your erasers_?
__Erasers often erase themselves.

_m