A misty shroud spreads,
The winter greys hide the gold,
Like a crane of doubt.
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The winter greys hide the gold,
Like a crane of doubt.
Linking with RonovanWrites
In moments of stillness, when the chaos quiets and nature reveals its gentle truths, even a fleeting beam of sunlight becomes a messenger of...
This makes me think and that is a good thing! <3
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DeleteGreat haiku, Ruby! :)
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