Tuesday, April 17, 2012

More Haiku Again

Hillside covered with
Swaying grasses in the wind
Looks like a ballad

Ever my only
Sweetest and bitterest dream
How should I follow?

When truth only hurts
And there is no right answer
Don't ask the question

What is gone is gone
Fading in the distance like
Sirens in the night

Crisp and shiny fruit
Tart-sweet juciness tempting
Downfall of mankind

Comfort when I cry
Do you want to understand
Or just hurry by?

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