Three Haikus - Poem by Winter Pierce
You are the bright moon,
Shining brightly on my path,
You are my true moon.
In all the rains of May
there is one thing not hidden -
the bridge at Seta Bay
Fallen sick on a journey,
In dreams I run wildly
Over a withered moor.
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