Ancients

A Haiku

By Sara CrippsPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

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The beings of old

Who were destroyed by our greed

So nothing remains

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Sara Cripps

I became a storyteller at a young age, telling stories to my younger cousins. I fell in love with the written word as soon as I could read, and never put down a good book. Stories are one on my passions. It is a passion I hape to chare.

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A Haiku

About the Creator

Sara Cripps

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