AAH!

A Haiku about Exhilaration

By Michelle TrumanPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read

Photo by Ian Stauffer on Unsplash

Adrenaline peaks

Am I on top of the world?

Higher than the clouds

nature poetry

About the Creator

Michelle Truman

I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. I hope to share the worlds I've built and the songs of my heart with all of you here and that you enjoy them as much as I do.

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