#0105 - Cinquain IV

{NaPoWriMo 2017 ~ Day 24}

Lód

Jest jak
Płynące szkło;
Czysty, naturalny...
Jakoś zaprasza, ale zim-
-ny—mróz.

#0095 - Cinquain III

{NaPoWriMo 2017 ~ Day 14}

Hindsight:
Something passes.
One vainly wishes to
Revisit once more that which is
Long gone.

#0051 - Cinquain II

Fire rises,
Always heading
Upwards to the blue sky.
I wish I could emulate its
Courage.

#0046 - Cinquain I

The sky,
In all of its
Everlasting beauty,
Is too distant: I can never
Touch it.