323.
Haiku 3-2-3
Like the sky still above me;
Yet went missing, lost.
324.
Lover now unwrapped,
Brings such joy to this cold north;
Stored gold in your mouth.
323.
Haiku 3-2-3
Like the sky still above me;
Yet went missing, lost.
324.
Lover now unwrapped,
Brings such joy to this cold north;
Stored gold in your mouth.