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Will take me back there
just a whiff of your fragrance
unfurls memories

unfurls memories
like paper left by the fire
burned at the edges.

burned at the edges
pumping too fast for too long
my heart is tired

my heart is tired
after all these failed attempts
she's out there somewhere

she's out there somewhere
living someone else's life;
a clever fiction

A clever fiction
me by your side forever
with my fresh clipped wings

with my fresh clipped wings
nice colour, right shape, good span,
quite unfair to fly

quite unfair to fly~
but gives back your heart in song,
So gracious while winged

so gracious while winged
a joyous fire matted
with the skyey white

with the skyey white
rises the yolk of dawn, spilt
on a toasted earth

on a toasted earth
where will we find enough to
water our parched souls

Water our parched souls;
see, how the roots of change spread
into the unknown.

into the unknown
carousel horses built on
imagination

imagination
on a lonely afternoon
white peacocks in flight

white peacocks in flight
sacred feathered offerings
of the pure divine

of the pure divine
rising through
the clouds

of the pure divine
mysteries unknown to me,
you are the greatest.

you are the greatest,
peek at me after the rain

Peek at me after the rain
through drops of dew

through drops of dew
see the ants scurry around
their allegory

their allegory
unseen, untouched.
By two-legged ones.

By two-legged ones
fives seem ambiguous, but,
oh, curvaceous eight!

oh, curvaceous eight!
eight cylinders on the car
save you gas money

save you gas money
tie up your frayed shoelaces
and hit the pavement

and hit the pavement
in showers of rapid life
down to existence

down to existence
scientists believe they have
figured it all out

figured it all out
while we were
In the midst of nowhere

In the midst of no-
where, where bluebells grow and birds
sing of stolen love.

sing of stolen love
mocking my pain and theirs too
your tune bleeds me dry

Your tune bleeds me dry
In a blink.
returns what was forgotten.

returns what was for-
gotten in times when we were
far more heroic

Lonely poet: The rules of this game are here in the first post. Yours are lovely haikus. Fixing them into the given form will just make it easier for others to continue. :)

far more heroic
to love without restriction
i am a coward

I aa a coward
my flag, a scrap of wrung lace
washed pale by frail winds

washed pale by frail winds
that caress the earth in folds
of spring-fragrant rains

of spring-fragrant rains
reminds me the sweet
smell of your hair.

LonelyPoet, you write beautifully. Welcome to LitNet. You may want to note that this thread requires traditional haiku syllable counts of 5-7-5. Since it's a "shared" thread, it helps if we're all on the same page. ;) I know we're all looking forward to more contributions from you! For now, may I borrow a word from your 2nd line to fill up the fifth syllable of line three?

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Sweet smell of your hair
Inhaled, transformed, becoming
My being in you.

my being in you
hearts beating, songs being sung
my hand held by yours

my being in you
merges with the selfless thoughts
you adore later

Edit: you beat me to it :D

my hand held by yours
softened in the confident
summer in your hands

my hand held by yours
a child's warm tight fist opens
with delightful love

Edit: Now I was late!! Haha.

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summer in your hands
daisy petals, count and fall,
a carpet of white

with delightful love
my thoughts are taken from me
blown through the sunlight