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the boy peddles fast
but, wind dances in cyclones
dead leaves dive in synch
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Our Song
Evening has given way to night. Gently, I settle next to you on the comfortable, old love seat and reach for your hand. You snatch it away, again. It cuts me to the quick, but I hide the pain, understanding that the reaction is but part of your demented state. Since the accident, your presence here in our cozy home has been clouded by a haze I can't see. Nevertheless, I feel the frigidity of your expressions and it serves as an excruciating reminder of the immeasurable distance between us.
By Dana Crandell7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Oh I especially loved the last line Merly! So well done!
Awesome storytelling in a haiku.Excellent work.
Amazing work!
I love this revolving poetry.
Wonderful imagery, I was able to see the leaves swirling around.
Great poem, good luck in the challenge 😁
Wonderful haiku!