Haiku 33

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Smiles

In the quiet we hear

Unspoken apologies.

Smiles return to us.

 

Midnight

Another midnight,

Another day spent wasting.

“Tomorrow,” we sigh.

 

Lost

I walk in the back,

Following, lost in my head.

Silence is easy.

 

Gray

Gray sky cold and wet.

Winter settles once again

To brood for a day.

 

Old Man

Hands taken idle,

The man sits and thinks and waits.

Death is a long sigh.

 

Bleak

Why do thoughts turn grim

When fed on love and kindness?

Why see life so bleak?

 

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