Snowflakes
Out of the sunlight
Into the deepening dusk,
There is bitter-sweet.
How does one cope with
Boundless joy and soft sorrow?
Frigid like snowflakes-
Yet full of beauty;
Keeping up the merry dance
Leading on towards spring.
six days of creation
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Ooh--a neat little series of haikus. Brava, Eva.
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