Jan 16, 2008
Late Night Haiku XXVI
Posted by Tim at 0:54:24

LXXIII. How a moment past
Once simple seemed, transformed now
To something precious.

LXXIV. Time’s cruel wings beat on,
A steady drone unceasing,
As I glance backward.

LXXV. Speak, dear friend, a word,
Ambrosia is a voice heard,
After too long a pause.




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