Haiku # 514

The poem I wanted to write
withering
in a bed of ink

~

Two hours till midnight…
the cicada chirping
like it’s an afternoon

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Décapitée
la fleur sur le vent s’enfuit
dans les herbes folles

~

Decapitated flower
with the wind fleeing
through the wild grasses

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