End of summer #haiku
Cold, desolate heart. Summer dies in autumn’s arms, buried in her leaves.
Cold, desolate heart. Summer dies in autumn’s arms, buried in her leaves.
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Okay, Silver. I’ll try one on, just to see how it fits. 5/7/5/7/7 syllables in 5 lines. Deep breath Here goes: Dark footsteps echo, guided by a harvest moon down… Continue reading
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