Devastated

Haiku 1

By Conor DarrallPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

Dall-E

Pig-Iron Grey Waste

A Cruel metal remnant

Bitter solitude

nature poetry heartbreak

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Conor Darrall

Short-stories, poetry and random scribblings. Irish traditional musician, sword student, draoi and strange egg. Bipolar/ADD. Currently querying my novel 'The Forgotten 47' - @conordarrall / www.conordarrall.com

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