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Once upon a time
This is not a typical Haiku, however I tried to adhere to a Haiku structure as much as I could. Each stanza is a rhyming Haiku. All together they form a story..
Once upon a time
in a far far away land,
where love was sublime.
Where hence the sun rests
each day amongst the bosom
of watery breasts.
I met a nice girl,
subtle like the ocean breeze,
smooth like a rough pearl.
One day she ran off.
She left me one moonless night.
Slipping like a dove
in the deep ocean,
under the waves of the sea
with no commotion.
With no word, she left.
Bewildered to know why,
my broken heart wept.
Asking why? my friend
did you leave without goodbye?
Did our friendship end?
Or did I hurt you,
break your heart in any way?
Whatever should I do?
to bridge our friendship,
to mend our soft brittle hearts,
to port our two ships,
and bring us all back
to the time when all was prime,
like train on a track,
like sun to the day,
like stars to dark summers night,
like lovers in play.
Come back to the Silk,
woven with lust riddled spanks
and white flowing milk.
Come back home my friend.
I missed our fights, our hot spats
those nights we had spent,
in each other’s arms,
talking of love and long past
magic enchanted charms.
Once upon a time
in a far far away land,
where love was sublime.
Where hence the sun rests
each day amongst the bosom
of watery breasts.
I met a nice girl,
subtle like the ocean breeze,
smooth like a rough pearl.
One day she ran off.
She left me one moonless night.
Slipping like a dove
in the deep ocean,
under the waves of the sea
with no commotion.
With no word, she left.
Bewildered to know why,
my broken heart wept.
Asking why? my friend
did you leave without goodbye?
Did our friendship end?
Or did I hurt you,
break your heart in any way?
Whatever should I do?
to bridge our friendship,
to mend our soft brittle hearts,
to port our two ships,
and bring us all back
to the time when all was prime,
like train on a track,
like sun to the day,
like stars to dark summers night,
like lovers in play.
Come back to the Silk,
woven with lust riddled spanks
and white flowing milk.
Come back home my friend.
I missed our fights, our hot spats
those nights we had spent,
in each other’s arms,
talking of love and long past
magic enchanted charms.
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