A light rain.
Your prompt is SILVER STORM.
Street lights raise shimmers
Silver slivers prick the ground
Bleed from every pore
And a big freeze.
A light rain.
Your prompt is SILVER STORM.
Street lights raise shimmers
Silver slivers prick the ground
Bleed from every pore
And a big freeze.
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Manitoba looks a lot like that right now.
Me every morning when I wake up: "There's no way I can write a haiku today. Too busy, too tired."
Me 2 hours later: "Don't be a little ****y. Write some haikus."
Me 6 hours later: "How come it didn't get more likes? That was a brilliant haiku!"
And the cycle repeats....