These Gothy Days
by George LaCas
The blowing branches
Such gray Goth, the rain whooshing
Only a whisper
Such gray Goth, the rain whooshing
Only a whisper
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Nice image, George.
I wish it were gray,
A gray Goth day in Georgia
I melt in this heat.
Oh, like Sam, I like this image, George.
Thanks, all!
Works for me!
Haikus for me are like Lego blocks--I always want to restick them. As I read them, they permutate and they produce infinite poems.
e.g.
such gray, the blowing rain
the branches whispering
whoosh (only a Goth)
etc.
Very nice.
I like this lots and lots.