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
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
This makes me think and that is a good thing! <3
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DeleteGreat haiku, Ruby! :)
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