The stars are twinkling.
Maybe we see the same ones.
They'll tell you my love.
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The Sun Shone at Dawn
ŞiirThe wind blows harder under many shades of grey. The sun shone at dawn. *** A collection of haikus, tankas, poems about nature, climate change, platonic love, and any other poems I feel like writing or translating to English.
4 | haiku
The stars are twinkling.
Maybe we see the same ones.
They'll tell you my love.
