A Poem out of two old Haikus

A white sound shivers through the air,

as the cascading water soars from mountain to river.

A death that is both consistent and beautiful.

The blue night whispers through the trees

and the wind unfolds the snowfall where it lives.

A distant howl can be heard farther away through the

dust.

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About ingridfalconi

I'm a married mother of three and a published author.
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