Poetry: Haiku

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The frosted glass hides

The shape of the still spread bed –

Void of all but dust.



Lovers in lamplight,

Sharing hearts and frozen lips –

What secrets still lie?


Summer’s shooting star,

Dancing higher than heaven –

What have you witnessed?


Rain and sands tumble;

This world strives ever onward –

And I merely watch.








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