Haiku # 668

Hospital corridors…
her eyes the only flower
amid the white walls

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Cold winter sky,
to the crescent moon, I say –
my heart is lonesome too

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You who never comes,
you who are always here,
I love you with all my heart.

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Tu me manques
toi que j’ai perdu
au début de ma vie

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Poète…
chaque jour né
du feu de son cœur

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Poet…
each day born
from the fire of his heart