Hoar-Frost Yet Aiding

Today I wanted to share some more of my haiku poetry with you. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Hoar-frost yet aiding
In the silent slumber they,
Entombed, yet endure.

The twilight falling,
Shrouds those who have gone before,
Swiftly to their fates.

Heartbeats set in stone,
Lips never again to part, 
Eyes bleary gazing.

The meaning of the poetry is rather complicated (basically it's a scene from a story I am writing); I have hidden some double meanings within it.

 Feel free to comment below if you would like to share some of your own poetry that you have written; I would love to read it! :) 


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