Haiku And A Half Poem by Julian Takali
Haiku And A Half
Through vines of flesh singing thorns, I would travel for you
Across oceans of horror and fear, I'd conquer mine
To be able to hold your hand one more time
To spend my last minutes in your grasp divine
In the palms of Hell, my lungs would burn
From the ice of Siberia, they would of cold learn
For if you wouldnt be the last thing I could see
What would be the use of using them to breath?
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