Haiku # 95

Dew drop rolling and

diving off the tip of the

leaf into the lake.



Haiku # 94

In her love, feeling

just like a helpless spider

trapped in his own web.



My Flight was Meant to Reach Heights
On the New Facet of Rights.
Until You and Your Ways,
More at Nights than at Days,
Conspired to Push Me,
Into terrains Unknown.
Silly and Stupid I Was;
I just Saw what I was Shown.
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