Aug 05, 2005
Late Night Haiku VIII
By Timothy R Butler | Posted at 4:58 AM
XX.
A cricket chirps soft,
The wind blows slowly forward,
Summer almost past.
XXI.
A lonely feeling,
Wishing to hear your voice now,
Instead, cicadas.
XXII.
Sleep conquers my eyes,
I shall drift off again soon,
Morning comes quickly.
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Late Night Haiku, Poetry
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