haikus 。*゚+

The voice of Autumn.

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


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


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


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


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

© prose & poetry


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