Friday morning, while driving I saw two dried bougainvillea flowers being swept by the wind and thought of a haiku when the gray clouds let a whimpering rain. In the evening, while walking I thought of picking up a few of the flowers by the walkway to model them into a haiga. I was going to a fall festival and knew, I couldnt keep them safe.
Next day morning, when I opened the garage door to go outside, there were two dried bougainvillea. They werent there when I set out for walk the previous evening. But the wind of the car, must have followers.
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