Haiku # 483

…الوقت يمضي

عقرب الساعة
لدغة ذنبه
ثقب في قلبي


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


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


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


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


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