Haiku # 483

…الوقت يمضي

عقرب الساعة
لدغة ذنبه
ثقب في قلبي

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Les fleurs fanées
retournant comme larmes…
première pluie d’automne

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 Au fil des années
les larmes pourraient-elle
devenir des fleurs ?

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Is this life ? –
longing for a freedom
we will never have

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Landing at my desk
the birdsongs from the field
poking fun at me

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