Drunk - on cherry blossoms
Swaying in the wind
Hearts on sleeves, flutter
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For Haiku Heights
Swaying in the wind
Hearts on sleeves, flutter
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For Haiku Heights
I just sit upon a writing desk, and write. And then, I tell stories. Legends of long ago.
In the light of day
A grey change settled deep
Into our hearths and hearts
Still unseen
In time, a storm gathered
Of purple hatred and gorged fury
A torrent slashing forth
At the seams