her muffled sobs
escape the basement-
wilted pansies
YOU ARE READING
Napalm Skies
PoetryThree lines. Less than seventeen words. A tumultuous ocean of emotions. Haiku. The art of saying everything, by saying nothing. Galaxies and universes hide. Behind those verses. The nectar of your soul. Haiku.
Abducted Remorse
her muffled sobs
escape the basement-
wilted pansies
