The Day I Ran Away
Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Haiku
Falling on the green
Of budding leaves in springtime
Hear the gentle rain
An arrow of light
meets a falcon, soaring high
Softly now, he falls
Drip. A dewdrop falls.
The air is heavy with mist
Scented with lilac
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