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Some Mis-syllabled Haikus
I.
Through old and ancient trees.
Through newly born clouds.
Light that gives pessimists hope.
II.
Low beneath the horizon.
Lo' the silver hell.
No longer shall I feel pain.
III.
Down hand! Upon strung up wood.
Upon notes of warmth.
Down hand! Up Heart! Away soul!
Through old and ancient trees.
Through newly born clouds.
Light that gives pessimists hope.
II.
Low beneath the horizon.
Lo' the silver hell.
No longer shall I feel pain.
III.
Down hand! Upon strung up wood.
Upon notes of warmth.
Down hand! Up Heart! Away soul!
Published 2nd Dec 2018
| Edited 4th Dec 2018
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