Mountains

Canadian Haiku

By Ada ZubaPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Tim Stief on Unsplash

The misty mountain

Snow covered

A snow slope of rock

nature poetry

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Ada Zuba

Hello fellow interweb explorers! I am Ada Zuba. I binge the Netflix shows and just recently Disney plus has been my happy place. I am a creative person with a big love for Disney movies. I hope to one day write and publish a fantasy novel.

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Mountains

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