Laid to Grow

Nature does not rest, but we do.

By ThatWriterWomanPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

Moss - cold and cleansing,

Sponged onto hardened cheekbones,

Rest again, sweet one.

A/N: Another haiku for your interpretations! I would love to hear what this made you think of!
-TWW

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Writer from the UK (she/her, 26) specializing in fictional tales of the most fantastical kind! Often seen posting fables, myths, and poetry!

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Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!

Test2 years ago
It feels like the changing of seasons from summer to fall as Mother Nature rests her head for her wintery nap. (just my interpretation though!) Great work as always TWW!!
Cathy holmes2 years ago
Like nature is getting a facial. This is great.
Esala Gunathilake2 years ago
Much loved your poem. Amazing.
Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago
Oooo, that middle line, I especially loved that! This was fantastic!

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