Thursday, June 16, 2011

Attempts at Haiku

A wilted flower
Yet, doesn't it have
still some scent left over


A blade of grass
Swaying in the wind
Right and Left, Life

A silver coin
I tossed into the well
and felt the depth of darkness
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  1. AnonymousJune 27, 2011 at 5:49 PM

    Liked especially the depth of darkness

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