Soft blue robin's egg
A cracked, empty, lifeless shell
Life inside flew off
Writing my life away. Runner/mama/wife/eternal optimist/coffee enthusiast. Masters degree in Psychology.
How does it work?
Loved this haiku, looking forward to more!
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