winter is one
of same color, we still think
of fall's last breath
autumnal wind--
our heaven's tears still sweet
the fog pressures snow
where moonlight skips
across the lake's slant puddles
all will become white
big misty mountain
peaks over towering stones
watch the big sun rise
a/n: i am sick so u all get haikus. fuck it.
YOU ARE READING
homeward bound
Poetryonly here because sarah thinks its cute. 100 days of happiness and love poems edit: i didn't make it lol
