grey sky, I’m grey-cold
Wind chimes soothe ice water song
Night ember flickers.
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Comments (6)
This was so beautiful. Loved it@
Ooh, gorgeous!
Love the painting. The tone, imagery, and feel of the haiku are fantastic. The rich language conveys so much in so few words. Really well done.
Stunning, blue ribbon brilliance! Go gurl! 🫶🏾💕
Even the flickering fire feels cold. Well done!
Nice job on this one 🩶🩶🩶