Sights – A Haiku Collection


Sleek skies of Heaven

Fill the empty void above us

All blue as always


The mountain goes up

Beyond the mist of the day

No eye can see so


When my fist reaches

The red blood runs under my thumb

And to my own arm


It was a dark time

When the leaves were black with evil

I was so very scared


The springlight of night

Fills my cold, hungry soul with beauty

I smile wearily, extend hands


As the sun dies away

I realize it’s not all trustable

It dies like us, too

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