Humans hold the sun
Not knowing the sun is wing'd
And beyond their grasp
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Humans hold the sun
Not knowing the sun is wing'd
And beyond their grasp
and beyond their grasp
float dreams of peace, harmony...
streets of dying hope
streets of dying hope—
rivers of bittersweet dreams—
my soul cries for help…
my soul cries for help,
reaching toward the distant stars
in search of solace
In search of solace
I reach towards the flagon
But it is empty
but it is empty_
my heart now voided of all,
shadows haunt it's halls.
Shadows haunt. It's Hall's
hour of desolation, come
to its fulfilment.
to its fulfilment
the worker bee quetched nought with
household held dear
with household held dear,
brothers begin long journey
leading to life's joys
Leading to life's joys,
Roads of expectant success;
Avenues of toil.
Avenues of toil
Fight to parry streams of
Death, terrene tumult
Hi white camellia, how funny I should see your name first when I went to search. I am watching "Lady of the Camellia's" - the ballet...based on Dumas novel by the same name. It is wonderful. That is an interesting name for Lit Net...I like it and your avatar. I like your tragic Haiku as well.
Death, terrene tumult
Await the doomed couple, thus
They dance with passion.
Thinking of the ballet.
They dance with passion
round a little stone statue
til the shine wore off.
till the shine wore off
on her oval cheeks, languished
the camélias
Hi Janine, so nice to hear from you! I've read "La Dame aux Camelias" a few times, loving it.Quote:
Originally Posted by Janine
But I haven't experienced its ballet yet-must be great, isn't it?