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A Haiku

By E. C. MiraPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read

Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash

Cold hands smooth my hair.

No one calls my name aloud,

yet I wake replying.

Haiku

About the Creator

E. C. Mira

I’m a poet at heart, always chasing the quiet moments and turning them into words. Most of what I write is poetry, but every now and then inspiration pulls me in new directions.

www.poetrybyecmira.com

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