Haiku | Hope | Life
The Divine Always Hears The Faint
1 min readJul 12, 2020
Eerie prayers calling,
a calm breeze blew, between three
trees made of old wood
It’s never black or white. Sometimes there’s a bit of spicy red in there as well.
Eerie prayers calling,
a calm breeze blew, between three
trees made of old wood
It’s never black or white. Sometimes there’s a bit of spicy red in there as well.