softly

he said be the bird

immediately i felt

feathers on my skin

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haiku

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he says be the bird

immediately i feel

feathers on my skin

.

haiku

Q: which feels more immediate ?

under the summer trees

gossamer & gold

citrus blossoms’ sweet mischief

blushing mauve madness

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haiku

gathering bees

giving up tumult

for smallest of moments …ah

butterfly breath sighs

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haiku

garden wall’s red green

moss on bricks’s grown

thick gorgeous protects against

winter’s frost : sublime

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haiku

i’ve seen

neither hide nor hare

nor deer nor bear but

giraffe! in the path!

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haiku

secrets & lies

hearts of 2 people

flickeringly fragile beats

~.~ binaural break~up

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haiku

wintery-weak hours

outside & in us

darkness lays a fog; takes what

watery daylight

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haïku

bee~breathy

memories thrumming

at the edges beckoning

blowing through cobwebs

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haiku

oasis

they’ll carry cactus

damage in their mouths, melons

as sweet hurt as wells

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haiku

mellifluous sigh

talking to shadows

caught blues in my eyes feeling

low as the ground, hon

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haiku