Nov 03, 2005
Late Night Haiku X
By Timothy R Butler | Posted at 6:03 AM
XXVI.
Hope erodes at times
To the loneliness of truth,
But it does not die.
XXVII.
Autumn leaves pass by,
Season grows shorter briskly now,
Oh! To slow the end.
XXVIII.
A stream bubbles, faint,
As my thoughts like water flow,
Will they come ashore?
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Late Night Haiku, Poetry, Contemplation
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