Haiku: Do We Know The Past?

In a silent space

the objects of lives gone by –

bookmarks of dried leaves

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Haiku: Waking Up

I hear the sun’s blue;

we hang on every word

till lies become true

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Life’s little window

along the darkest timeline

Pause the shutter speed

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We are the fallen

but we are the golden too –

spring shall always come

The plough crows follow
In furrow across fields
Till seasons to sow