Budding life trees freeze
While storms of snow grow closer
My guitar weeps still.
Budding life trees freeze
While storms of snow grow closer
My guitar weeps still.
Rus, I never know if I am creating a haiku correctly…Here’s one that is a spin off from your idea
Sliced and beaten, while
sleet pounds, I find sheers and cut
screaming red tulips
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