the butterfly moves
rippling cocoon, weakened wings
winter fades to spring
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his heart is shattered
the lazy malaise of loss
another dead dream
—
serendipity
coming together as one
but not for this one
—
the ice covers all
but beneath blossoms find life
her garden of love
—
bloody remnants fall
the last ache of loves refrain
ash coats the wet ground
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mixed up in my head
triumph and tribulation
another ruin forms
—
the coffee is black
like the stained weary soul
absolution lost
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am i a poet
or a fool just rambling on
i do not know now
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Her wings, gossamer
his cloven hooves, destruction
life and death, raining
So beautiful! 🙂
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Aww shucks ma’am. Just flexing my leathery wings and playing around.
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Haha lol you do structure well. How you kidden
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i really like haikus. never tried before except in school a million years ago. there is something freeing in the forced structure. makes me concise. i wrote another dozen or so with these. they just kept coming.
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