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
Words of Winds
A little meditation on autumn winds, where nature’s music turns into a metaphor for love, renewal, and the quiet breath of life. winds sing ...
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This makes me think and that is a good thing! <3
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Annette
DeleteGreat haiku, Ruby! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Daniel
DeleteI like it!
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