What little was left
leaves like what came before it.
Death after first death.
A little haiku I wrote about my feelings on the drought that was going on here in mid-western America. I only wish I'd have thrown in something about how oddly beautiful I found it.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 14 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12/9/2012 - Status: Complete - id: 3081508
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