The Runes of Scars

Well, hello there.

It’s been a while.

Just thought I’d share a few haiku with the class.

Languid river flows

past weeping willows and pink

cherry blossom trees.

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Vapour trails scratch the

deep, blue sky – a pair of larks

glide without a trace.

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Was it a petal

or a butterfly, caught on

a summer zephyr?

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Then, there’s this…

I tried to flesh it out into a haiku. But the more words I added, the less powerful they became. So, I’ll leave it alone.

Suffering is written in the runes of scars.

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