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
After every downpour, life quietly resumes—hungry creatures forage, grey skies linger, and unexpected beauty finds its place among the passi...
This makes me think and that is a good thing! <3
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DeleteGreat haiku, Ruby! :)
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