Longing to hug them,
I wait ’til they flutter near
like moths to my flame.
Mom’s casual embrace
Longing to hug them,
I wait ’til they flutter near
like moths to my flame.
a haiku a day
keeps obtuseness away
Longing to hug them,
I wait ’til they flutter near
like moths to my flame.
a haiku a day 
Oh love. That is just how it is. Very nice.
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