HAIBUN: Bleeding Heart |
| Budding meadow swathed in beam, flora resonates, a lark dips and darts in play. Rooted to rain stained pot in silhouette concrete yard, a bleeding heart dons a mournful tune in confine. Circling higher drifts on roaming, the lark ceases to trill as the dirge does summon, settling upon fine pink fingers with stories of home and well wishes from those who consider. flourishing or faint lark with a traveling heart equally does tend |
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