Haiku # 557

Just a poet…
a leaf strewn
on the roads of this world

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Just a poet
with nothing to offer
but his heart to the world

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Haiku # 554

My graying hair…
proud of being
a leaf in the wind

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Turning to my books again,
to the whirling world of stars.

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One last haiku
nearing death…
another hike home

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Monitoring the sales…
out of the window
the falling rain

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Hazmieh, February 13, 2018
Hazmieh, February 13, 2018

Even an ugly city
can be beautiful…
falling rain

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Writing to no one
but my future self
and the silence of my grave

Letter, February 07, 2018

Winter solitude…
the camellias of her breath
flowering in my soul

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Once I needed to touch you in order to feel you. Then the mere thought of you invaded me and soaked my soul. Now I realize, I am a flame rising from that which lies between us, the white chasm of love. Now I realize, to think of you or not to think of you is a false paradox — the sun and the moon, even out of sight, are always in each other’s company; the thread does not bind us outwardly; we rise from each other; in each other we live and die; we are the creative thought of love.