Buried under sands, That were dreary and wind blown A jewelled hand springs. Distant blue its own, Deluged by the sandy surf, It still stayed afloat. .
A microcosm of love, No questions asked, Divinity manifested.
Two hearts side by side, Embalmed in a golden bliss, And now umbrageous.
A precipice steep,Overlooks a grey expanse,A hope golden shines.
Life's shrill pitch echoes, A cacophonous tune heard, My heart yearns silence. Via :https://ronovanwrites.com/2019/04/15/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-249-pitchtone/