Assorted Haiku
Girls in sundresses Not seeing the hurricane Around the corner
I tried catching rain.
I got lost, in each drop so
I became the flood.
We were two arrows That missed each other in flight, Towards our targets.
I always want to
Be someone's hero when I,
Can't even be me
(Part I.)
I am not special.
My voice does not stir, like yours.
You’ll forget my words…
(Part II.)
But, Perhaps my words.
Are not the thing, But rather
my General self.
(Part III.)
Breathing truth. Unseen,
Needing nothing... To this bliss,
I am far, but strive...
Today, I’m the Sky
And with my own bow I hunt
the right shade of blue.
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