From a few lines jotted down before doing yesterday’s poems. Tomorrow the haiku and the NaPoWriMo should match up again.
the tears that carve us deepest
run down inner walls to dark pools
Streamlets that run in inky caves
no light tipping the smallest ripple,
the dark smoothing all
but the quiet and endless murmurings,
the still and endless sighing.
Hope everyone has a great weekend!
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