Blood
Red is spilled through hate.
This crimson hue looks so different.
Yet, the color is the same.
In response to the prompt by Haiku Heights
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Monday, November 11, 2013
Haiku Heights Prompt #308
Seven
Oh, what joy of sin!
To indulge without remorse
cleanses away guilt.
In response to the prompt by Haiku Heights
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Haiku Heights #307
Grass
Wisping drifts of smoke
surround the stoic people.
Small truths become known.
In response to the prompt by Haiku Heights
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