how the mountain disappears from the ski lift
a haiku
blue hands, burning stars,
one stolen kiss in the sky
paired with fervent eyes.
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Comments (7)
Another incredible haiku!
I am in awe of your storytelling! And the title launches the poem so unexpectedly yet perfectly.
Nicely done! "one stolen kiss in the sky" Powerful and moving!
Very descriptive work!
Beautifully graphic, you've painted a whole evening in 16 syllables. Thank you for sharing.
Sounds like a good evening.
A beautiful, romantic, stolen moment captured in words. Loved it!