haikus 。*゚+



The voice of Autumn.

leaves swirl down
wind in my hair-
The voice of Autumn.



Rain

my fingers pressed
on the window panes
a drop broke the silence-
the sky is crying again.



letter

I'm like an old envelope
with unspoken words inside me,
waiting to be delivered to you soon


Breath

dear breath,
why did you leave me
when I just tried to hold you?



If

But if I told you
that this world is
just an optical illusion,
Would you still make merry?




© prose & poetry

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