The cold is coming
the breeze will bring back old thoughts
of long lost faces
we happily roamed the streets
breathing the air called “midnight”
The cold is coming
the breeze will bring back old thoughts
of long lost faces
we happily roamed the streets
breathing the air called “midnight”
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I like it. I read this three times, and each time I appreciated something different about it.
Hi Olivia,
This was an awesome poem. Thank you for posting it. Many people write haiku, but it isn’t often that I see a tanka! Very creative.
–Ms. Velasco
Thanks! I’m glad you enjoyed it!