My Fingers Want To Pick The Bright Stars (Crystalline)
My fingers want to pick the bright stars
that glitter blue in the darkness
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The Rain Splashes Soft Against My Cheek (Crystalline)
The rain splashes soft against my cheek,
while it patters wet to the earth.
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Rotting food
It had been easy
to avoid something
so dreary;
rotting food remains ghastly.
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Transience (Tetractys)
A
red rose
blooms today
with cups open,
tomorrow it will waste away, wither.
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Bad people like you
stink of a panic-stricken belly
could kill any childhood.
haiku by Gert Strydom
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You want more freedom
but your voice rasps in your throat,
as closing prison.
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When The Wind Embrace Me Caressing (Crystalline)
When the wind embrace me caressing,
it rustles through the grass as it blows.
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Didn’t your parents
sort you out some bloody years ago
from childish disorders?
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The Red Ball (Crystalline)
I want to catch the sun’s red ball,
before it light the world with its warmth.
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you drive your nails in
I hear you moan, see your glance
the whole world sweeps past.
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