Death is a fine desire;

Haiku Cycle:

A bump in the road,
But no sign of any threat.
Where did this come from?

Small vole in the snow,
Lonely as the surrounding
Dead trees of our world.

Death is fine desire
When living in the dark shade
Of crystal white days.

Addicted to pain.
A permanent setting of
The glowing gold sun

Secrets held within.
The subtle whispier of wind
To challenge her love

Flat terrain ahead.
Coinciding breaking hearts.
How did this happen?