burnt love/when the fire went out
quadru-haiku
By Moon DesertPublished 3 years ago • Updated 4 days ago • 1 min read
Photo by William Krause on Unsplash
you left me dyin’
the land turned red with blood, bathed
bad thoughts flow downstream
*
I breathe smoky air
pollutin’ us from the start
not state of the art
*
my body buried
beneath the earth decay, I
collect vestiges
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our ashes are raked
scattered in four directions
no chance to rebuild
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19 Jan. 2023
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About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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