52 Haiku Week 4
Here a bit of scifiku for you:
Purple lake runs cool
through my mind like a dagger
where is my home now?
Later this week I’ll be posting this month’s work of art to inspire haiku, so keep coming back!
Originally posted on 52 Haiku
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