Friday, March 11, 2011

The last haikus for a bit

A Cold Winters’ snow,
Purgatory draped in cold
Spring soon shall renew

One, two, three, four, five
Six, Seven, eight, nine, ten, ten,
Eleven won’t come

It is a flashlight
 Provides illumination
When we cannot see

One view of the world
Life is what you make of it
Or how much you take

Pretty little one
Has your blanket gone away,
Do not cry, here, here

Sleeping with a want
It persists, corrupts your dreams
Awakening numb

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