Haiku # 308

Her dark hair
combing the earth…
rain in the night

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Waiting for a word
that never comes…
winds of dawn

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I settle into you…
a bird rounding
his nest at dusk

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Grim faces…
can life not afford
a butterfly?

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Son souffle…
brume endormi
sur le lit de la mer

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On her collarbones
my poem sleeps…
fog over the sea

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