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Whispers in the sky
Feathers that seem to fly by
Painting sweet goodbyes
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[Author's note: I saw these cloud formations yesterday, and it inspired me to put together this haiku. They are typical of high-level, thin cirrus clouds, which often mean good weather. It was a beautiful day in Perth today, the sun was shining, the wind was light.]
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Calvin London
I write fiction, non-fiction and poetry about all things weird and wonderful, past and present. Life is full of different things to spark your imagination. All you have to do is embrace it - join me on my journey.
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On the heels of grief, pain bears down hard. On the heels of death, pain awakens the quiet place between the end of our own life and now. Feeling anything is like seeing a film and in black and white, slow motion, all sound turned off. Just watching. Gritting teeth, awkward smiles and bloody red eyes move around, scanning the others who are feeling something I don't want to feel, but I do. Escapism is all I have ever known. ~
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Beautifully written 🦋🦋🦋
Your Haiku and photo complements each other so well! Absolutely beautiful!