Cold air leaves a mist
memories dance like a tryst
With each chill your missed
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Sipping From The Siren: Hot Coffee and Trepid Thoughts
As steaming smoke snakes and rises, I see trepidation as wars escalate, bodies fall and missiles flash, it’s the 4th of July in reverse, ports closed, prices soar, a hurricane roars, overseas our money we pour
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
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Sad and I agree that it sounds like song lyrics. Nicely Done!!
Reads like song lyrics.
We all have somebody we miss like this. Loved your Haiku!