Apr 2017
one with the riptide
the wilderness like her muse,
docile like a doe
rolling waves pull her in
her hair, swept like the rippling current,
its embrace against the moon
(b.d.s.)
the wilderness like her muse,
docile like a doe
rolling waves pull her in
her hair, swept like the rippling current,
its embrace against the moon
(b.d.s.)
im very proud how this haiku turned out
