Coal miners Haiku
They sleep in the soil they once worked
Coal miners Haiku
British coal mines gone
Miners rest where work Began
underground they sleep.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Beautiful. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
''Short and sweet'' poem, good luck.
Well-wrought! An image of coal miners drawn in coal, I take it?
Dark and wonderful words. Dark like a coalmine. Love the image