cold gray book return
nibbles, tastes, laps up books - wait -
spits them right back out.
Book Return - a haiku
More by OverTheRainbow
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first kiss
we weren't even close to fairy tales. but
your hands clasped in mine felt like satiny silk
on a wedding dress made for
this warmth that pricks my heart full of
blood and oxygen that tastes of you
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time
every second I think
this is the oldest I have ever been
this is the youngest I will ever be again
this second is gone this one too
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tell me i can stay
tell me I cannot drink the air;
yet the smoke on the horizon curls like a finger,
inviting me to taste February in the wind
and know time is running out
Comments
Haha! This is wonderful! THe perfect subject for a hiaku!
Thank you so much!
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