Storms Looming
Umbrella or boat?
I heard the thunder.
Rain came, wind blew and then I
remembered it’s true.
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Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. ❤️
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Comments (3)
Well done! :)
You're on a roll with these haikus. Well done! And extra kudos for that cover image!
Woah, perfect haiku!😍