Haiku Central

Posted: August 2, 2014 in default

In a dense mist listen
and the river will whisper to you
~
Butterflies surfing sun-streams,
white ghosts
lacing flower to flower.
~
Out of a slate sky
rain hammers nails
into the window panes.
~
So let the stars stay up there,
you can still touch them in the river
~
Clouds drift over the ridge,
silent lands
searching for new horizons.

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