Ninety-First Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary
venturing
onto the tree-lined street
for the first time
my old friend sings
to a songbird's melody
the smell
lingers in São Paulo's air
row upon row
of wooden grave markers
waiting for names
NeverEnding Story, July 18 2020
Poetic Musings: Bombs and Storks Haiku by Daniela Misso
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bombs fall
in a child's eyes
storks flying
Third Place, indianKUKAI, 37
Daniela Misso
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