Small things
and nights of heart
they kiss
Laugh fear
cries burnt fire
see dreams
These memories
in old rose
met in blood
Unusual things
little tiny becomings
simple still voice
Yellow light
bright cold winter
and red streets
Pure things
for what they dream
to die martyr
Write to see
what be this
burning ash
Just things
to feel in moment
Cry funny world
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Things (HAIKU)
Poetryan(my) attempt in the japanese style of haiku poetry...enjoy :) please let me know in the comment section your thoughts :)
