Haiku-Tanka-Senryu
Silent pond water,
A frog springs off a lily,
The ripples recede.
The passing of time,
A drifting piece of plastic,
They gather many.
The dirty ditch of water,
Ignored by people passing.
Once there was a pond,
Now a floating trash can,
The frog is gone.
Copyright © Kiana Dobre | Year Posted 2023
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