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Moments dripping like morphine,
fill years gone in blinks.
Too much is never enough.
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The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saunders5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
I liked this one alot. Very out of the box thinking to do 7-5-7 instead of the 5-7-5
I like this very much. Congratulations on your placing.
Congratulations on placing in this challenge!
This is really lovely. It also doesn't seem to adhere to the rules of the haiku challenge. The syllable pattern in this poem is 7-5-7, not 5-7-5.
Brave and poignant. Well done and congratulations.
Lovely inverted haiku 🤗
Great job. Very relatable. Hearted and subscribe. Look forward to reading more of your stories 👌♥️