Caress

A haiku

By Cory Wright-MaleyPublished 3 months ago • Updated 3 months ago • 1 min read

Photo by Olga Drach on Unsplash

Fog grips the forest

Cold fingers caress my neck

Turning, I’m alone

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Cory Wright-Maley

In the early stages of becoming a writer. I am learning new things from really excellent writers all the time, and slowly trying to get better myself. As I tinker, I hope you'll offer feedback and enjoy what I put out there.

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