He flattens his mouth Silencing himself so he Does not say the words
Haiku #48
Spain heat, island beaches Paris nights, London's rain The traveler roams
Haiku #47
The saxophone sounds In the smoky dance hall club Music turns back time
Haiku #46
There is symmetry On the surface, that I do Believe to be false
Haiku #45
An arm around you Possessive satisfaction Seeing kiss bruised lips
Haiku #44
Sheriff star is rusted There's tumbleweeds abound It's a ghost town
Haiku #43
My dearest of loves Your looks are like the heavens Above, pure as snow
Haiku #42
Knowledge and sharp wit With a silver coated tongue He sounds of honey
Haiku #41
He's like red wine Dark, full-bodies potent blend I want to consume
Haiku #40
Caged bird sings a tune Most sorrowful in its sound Staring at the sky
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