My lungs hold hot springs.
The steam puffing from my lips
Warms the wings of moths.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Comments (3)
Amazing verse! The imagery is fantastic and I'll take that heat every day until summer.
Fabulous! My favourite haiku so far!!
This was spectacular! I loved it!