she was like the wind; sometimes soft and slightly breezy, other times, strong and wild raging through my limbs. But I wouldn’t take her any other way, because she kept me insanely in love.

Haiku: Broken

a haiku poetry… rhyming or non-rhyming… More about forms of poetry behind those broken window panes, I can see your heart bleeding red stains. -Linda J. Wolff 

I will chase you to the edges of our breaths, to the last view of our eyes, and to our last heartbeats.- Linda J. Wolff