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drifting into fall,
shades of crimson, gold, amber,
Autumn's quiet call.
Chloe Rose Violet ๐น
About the Creator
Chloe Rose Violet ๐น
quiet about the wounds
loud about the healing
drifting into fall,
shades of crimson, gold, amber,
Autumn's quiet call.
Chloe Rose Violet ๐น
quiet about the wounds
loud about the healing
Comments (1)
This poem really breathes, almost like a whisper. I think that has to do with the fact that it is a haiku and it rhymes. Very well done.