What We Left Behind

That’s the real trouble with the world, too many people grow up.
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Sudden Summer

Shivering in winter

On cold ice, barefoot I met her;

A look! Thus began summer.


So that was my first attempt at Senyru. I was quite impressed with this form of poetry, when I came across it in Poems to the Ocean (Adam’s blog). Read through a few of his posts, and I couldn’t wait to give it a shot. Pardon me, if its not in the correct structure. I would love to hear what you think on the same. Thanks!