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Seattle Snow Haiku

ByKymberlee

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fractal perfection
slowly falls from a grey sky
awaits play and fun!

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on my way to him a harbinger wind whipped ferociously the clouds shedding their tears. we spoke of poison and offerings of medicine losses and redemption poems and tears. tonight, my room is drenched in moonlight and I wrap the fabric of our time together around me like a cloak I want to wear more…