Monday, August 20, 2018

Haiku Ka

I plant a flower
In her prized side garden,
Will she water it?

Gracia summer

Death among the living,
Unnoticed but not unseen;
Hidden rot within?

Stubborn summer

Stubborn summer day,
If the sun scorches my soul
Will winter blow cold?

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