Deep in December
written by: Elisa Theriana
three hundred
and fifty
my sober days
nobody knows forever
but maybe December
the willows know
sways of the wind
day and night
to the hollows
in light of December
keep counting
when the snow still falling
now I’m up to a million
of these scars
deep in December
fireflies in a jar
one by one
all lights
fade away
first frost December
so far
yet so close
maybe a thousand
tears away
new hope in December
Elisa Theriana, an emerging writer from Bandung, Indonesia. A haiku tanka lover and Photography enthusiast.
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