Forest Floor
Haiku
I have strange thick hair.
I love the sound of music.
My skin: Slightly dark.
Splash, the light rain goes.
Crack, nobody knows, the sound
The woods make at dusk.
Wolves are soaking wet.
Deer are trembling, beyond fear.
Quick suspense…death is near.
... … … … …
Quietness I hear.
Everything is calm once more.
…Blood masks forest floor.
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