A misty shroud spreads,
The winter greys hide the gold,
Like a crane of doubt.
Linking with RonovanWrites
The winter greys hide the gold,
Like a crane of doubt.
Linking with RonovanWrites
Prompt challenge: Use at least two yellow things in a poem without using the word "yellow." My response takes the path of dawn—whe...
This makes me think and that is a good thing! <3
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DeleteGreat haiku, Ruby! :)
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