Winter woods

Lonesome tree, withering in winters, almost dead, beneath that misty grey shroud, surviving with summer in its heart and sighing with h...

Sunday, June 2, 2019

Fast lane


Though flawed, yet stunning,
the sunkissed-memory lane,
too much and too fast.


Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly#Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #255

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