Torn

Haiku

By Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Torn

Photo by petr sidorov on Unsplash

Her hands, like talons

I’m torn, like Red Sea, ripe blue

Milk eyes sink my tears

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Babs Iverson3 years ago
Awesome!!!

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