T. L. Ryder

By tlryder ¶ Posted in poetry, Uncategorized ¶ Tagged bad poetry, eclipse, haiku ¶ Leave a comment

His shadow fell on Her
Silence bloomed, became a Prayer
Then Day bloomed, reborn.

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