the smell
of bruised apples
simmering
in the summer heat...
a blood stain on her shirt
Lyrical Passion Poetry E-Zine
A Room of My Own: Red, Rolling Flames Haiku
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*No More Fairy Tales*, XLIV
the Prairies
mountain after mountain
of red , rolling flames
FYI: This could be read as a prequel to the following:
*No More ...