Gothic MindA Poem by OliveraFortune absence Makes me cold. Shallow people Must I speak?
Holding pebbles White and thick Shallow fire Does not warm.
The Truth... Always different. Pleasant Air Icy breezing.
What to do? Knowing not. Standing silent Graciously.
And there is nothing left…
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Added on February 5, 2008Last Updated on February 10, 2008 AuthorOliveraBelgrade, SerbiaAboutMy art work inspires my writing and vise versa. I consider haiku as very challenging poetic form and became quite attached to it since it gives me the opportunity of putting together observations i.. more..Writing
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