A letter. Blood rushes to my head.

Crimson skies

As red as blood

Smells like rust

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The letter sits

on the window sill, untouched

Harbinger of bad blood

______

with only one look

Blood rushes to my head -

Summer is over

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For Haikuheights and Magpietales.

An experiment in storytelling

The storyteller Part II

The moon is high in the sky this moment

I have all that I wish in this moment

The lingering scent of  perfume in the air

My resolve to go vanished this moment

As you catch my widened eyes and parted lips

Time and place is banished, this moment

Deep sighs intermingle with passion
The story undiminished this moment

A tear escapes at the end of the tale
Caught by forlorn and anguish this moment

My listener sits so still, enraptured
The storyteller shall cherish this moment


by ninotaziz
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Typhoon Haiyan

 

 

typhoons continue

to vent its rage, I do pray

my dear friends are safe

 

____________________

 

Arian and Kelvin

And thousand of Philippinos across the islands

 

I hope all is well, my friends.