Spiraling Up
Sunlight touched,
Delightful flower
Up in flames.
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Whose Woods These Are, We Do Not Know
Promises?
We have none to keep;
Piles to sleep.
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In Everything
Overdone
Because I’m afraid
To be me.
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Spiraling – photo by Karunakar Rayker at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dkzCIv/Flame+Lily
Whose Woods – photo by Justyna Furmanczyk at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mqyuWOS/kitty
Everything – photo by Meliha Gojak at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mjmCuEW/Mask
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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.
See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.
The Bard on the Hill 