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like the waves I tried

but somewhere along the way

lost my heart to stone

cast away to sea only

pushed up on a distant beach

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shepherding

the notes of a flute

just the wind

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quick-silver runs

on the wave crest – the moon

crashes onto the beach

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where once

my hairline now tumble

white whiskers

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stealing silver

creeping out – behind a cloud

moon shadows fall

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from the distant sun

a rash of bursting spots

each wave breaking ashore

brings one thousand storms

upon ten thousand seas

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see crazy chaos

in a seismograph’s scratches

randomly flicking

backwards and forwards –

such poor decision making

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footprints of the wind

each grain removed

left empty – oh

a precarious balance

in the swing of a pendulum

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Haiku-heights theme: nature

unavoidably

my true nature – leopard’s spots

run through like rock

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the world a void

rotating in space – ether

a void the world

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I stand before you

blow away the dust – mirror

what do you see now?!

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cold winds brush the land

owl monochromatic drifts

down falling

veiled by mists an orb – cool

casts yellow o’er the land

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