spring storms
wind howling down the mountains
scattering blossoms
old man blustering
uproots creativity
withered blossoms
fragile blossoms
destroyed in the spring
by the northern wind
blowing force of nature
withers all it touches
© G.s.k. ‘16
The photo and first haiku really appealled to me.
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Happy to know this!
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I love the darker undertones of the poem, they keep me melancholic an on edge. Nicely written!
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Thanks Oloriel
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