Mt. Gloomy

Haiku

By SammanthaPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Icy, blanketed

The wind whistles in the night

Towering and bleak

slam poetry

About the Creator

Sammantha

I believe strongly in enjoying the little things in life. Reading and writing are both a passion of mine, something that ignites fire in the soul. A good piece of literature with some poetic writing is what I live for each evening.

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Mt. Gloomy

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About the Creator

Sammantha

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