The skies black and blue
Her skin a similar hue
Leave him and start anew
How does it work?
Oh that's so sad. Hope she can leave him and start fresh. Loved your Haiku!
Yes! Maybe poetry can break that spell.
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Oh that's so sad. Hope she can leave him and start fresh. Loved your Haiku!
Yes! Maybe poetry can break that spell.