When death surrounds us, maybe there’s just oblivion in vision. The sorrows fade away, just the last glimpse of a smile arrives.
Here is today’s poem according to the prompt. Several haynakus forming a poem. I hope you like it.
Screams,
release me,
Eagles fly around.
Mist,
chokes throat,
Smiles spread out.
Lies,
roam afloat,
Cries not heard.
Dearth,
Earth dries,
Smoke rises above.
Tears,
roll now,
No fingers wipe.
Lonely,
us all,
Put fake smiles.
End,
doesn’t scare,
We are together.
Love,
among us,
None can separate.
~Krupali