Eternal Winter

A haiku

By Amanda Johnson Published 3 years ago • 1 min read

Eternal Winter

Photo by Bryan Rodriguez on Unsplash

As river's gaze flashed

fire beneath its azure ice,

our spring never came.

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V.A. Jimenez3 years ago
Wow. Poignant and painful.

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