Our gaze meshed and hearts bounded up together in harmony, Yawning days, plodding their ways left behind the hegemony of gust that thumped and slashed.
As damask slowly creeps over the horizon heralding that the light always subsists. Leaves grow greener and birds hop about on tree bough chirping their cheery notes. Every morn the spirit of the world renewed. faintest trace of darksinks into oblivionmirthful renewal This haiku goes to Eugenia’s weekly prompt ‘renewal‘.