A ballerina, Little smile in a tutu... Now, same girl. Stiff. Sad.
By Jordyn Kapustka3 years ago in Poets
Once, we wrote hokku, But, oh! How the seasons change - Shiki's haiku reigns.
Dead, I came to be. In Springtime, Love called for me. Soon... eternity!
She bit an apple and winter befell mankind... With Christ, we are free.
