In the night words form,
perfect ideas all aligned.
Fleeing at daybreak.
missing
Thoughts…
Thoughts of leaving you,
Not seeing, holding, loving you.
Three days like, always…
In the night words form,
perfect ideas all aligned.
Fleeing at daybreak.
Thoughts of leaving you,
Not seeing, holding, loving you.
Three days like, always…
Haiku Journey 