A breath of the wild
An end of the beginning
And her sunlight soul
Spring Haiku
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Red Clover
I dream of him less than I used to -
But our story always starts the same.
I am small, and his oil stained hands hold me like the Red Clover;
So tightly that I think he’ll never let me go.
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Blue Hour
It is 4 in the morning and I am alone.
I sit my sadness on the willow tree.
And the Earth is covered in a thousand shards of heaven;
Like a kaleidoscope, rainbows fall through the trees. -
Haiku: ‘45
Beautiful wasteland;
Rainbows refracting onto
Stairs of heavens gate.
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