Day of
Life,
Celestial
and Lovely,
Freshly
painted?
Deep,
Dark, cold,
Night
that turned into flare,
Gnarled
in the Mist.
Dawn has
come, and;
Miles
have passed, But;
Night is
Dark -still!
Pitch
Black Night,
Fog is
everything you see,
Soulless
winter.
Few
endings,
Many
Beginnings,
Doomsday
they said.
Earthquake-
they whispered,
With all
the shakings form cold,
Who has
time to feel it?
Cold
cold everywhere,
Silence
creeps the soul,
Bitter
new day!
She
savored her love for summer,
Winter
comes too soon,
Our love
die, cold.
I cared
too much,
You
didn’t care enough,
Falling
in the Abyss, I recall.
New
Beginnings,
Instead
of cherry blossoms,
Snow
cold-mist is all that smells.
(They just
look like haikus, no rules followed)
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