NaPoWriMo prompt Early Bird: Haibun

Some man could bear it, but not me. To bitter to swallow in this reality. It bleeds every time, when someone sings about her.
And a glass can break,
Shattered to thousand pieces,
So do as my heart.
NaPoWriMo prompt Early Bird: Haibun
Some man could bear it, but not me. To bitter to swallow in this reality. It bleeds every time, when someone sings about her.
And a glass can break,
Shattered to thousand pieces,
So do as my heart.