Snow fell to the Earth Magic, cold, quiet seconds Erasing the past.
Monthly Archives: December 2025
Haiku 334/365
If I bled in ink The scars would be etched in skin Visible to all.
Haiku 333/365
Reach into my heart And see, you light up this void This empty, this me.
Haiku 332/365
An empty casing. My heart is shaking. Please stop. This ride seems pointless.
