A cold starry night
Oversees my passion as
I kiss your sweet lips

The circular moon
As pale as caniving death
Stares through my empty soul

The beautiful sun
Rises to the beat of life
To greet me with warmth.

This is a 3-Haiku poem that I wrote when I started thinking really deeply.
I believe it would be called a Tanka.
 
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