Blue

A Winter Haiku

By Amber PiercePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Darius Cotoi on Unsplash

Cold, numbing winter.

Healing, but lost without you.

My mood this season.

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Amber Pierce

Welcome to the whimsical mind of just one visual artist, writer extraordinaire! A self-proclaimed icon, manifesting reality by the moment. At least, that's what I try to affirm to myself every morning as I scrape myself out of bed.

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