Wind to bare in mind.
Earth to move, fire to quench;
all these, Winter does.
elements gathering here
out of the cold, creation
The seeds lie dormant, quiet
a ghostly form leaves my mouth
warm moist air sculpture fleeting
silent january voice
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so, after reading the wiki site, it looks like it should be 5-7-5,7-7,5-7-5 etc...
so perhaps after "out of cold, creation" we should put...
Small shovel diggs earth,
a hidden treasure lies there
birds fly overhead.
I do love what you did with the idea of the breath..it's exactly what I wanted to say... :)-A.
or we could just start a new one! Your turn first!
my shoes grind what my fists can't
my tongue touches what none can
Small shovel diggs earth,
a hidden treasure lies there
birds fly overhead
small shovel builds a castle
each grain of sand a new brick
alligators yawn
salt water moat, draw bridge creaks
small hands mold towers
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