The man wandered from place to place. A lost soul.
I don’t understand you. I don’t think I ever can.
I still roam these streets. but I can't find you in our old home. There is no one behind the window any longer.
Haiku of the Day (9.20.2018)
Written by: @genevieve
© Genevieve Kubica
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