do you see me still
my heart sings to you alone
undeclared outloud
do you see me still
my heart sings to you alone
undeclared outloud
good morning symph....it is so delightful to write the haiku...
morning(uhm its almost midnight in here though!)
hmm 2 haikus i see...
undeclared out loud
some things are better unsaid
sounds are sounds mere.
echoes in the air
comes back to haunt my nightmare
sounds are sounds mere.
Last edited by symphony; 06-22-2007 at 01:34 PM.
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
so enjoy yr haiku symph...inspiring....
sounds are sounds mere
unheard in morning silence
the soft singing bird
thanks
the soft singing bird
could not have sung so sweetly
if u were not here
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
if you were not here
the red flowers would not bloom
days would seem so long
days would seem so long
chained hours dragging their feet
clocks stand reluctant.
anyway, cya littlewing, i'm off to sleep now *yawn*...
Last edited by symphony; 06-22-2007 at 02:08 PM.
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
clocks stand reluctant
time considers hesitates
forward backward still
Forward, Backward still.
One step forward, two backwards.
This life seems so- flat.
In this seemingly never ending end of what we call- life, I live.
I live in regrets and they make me who I am. But without regrets- I would not know, what I know today.
He who dwells much on his past, he will miss the present- which then in consequence- will cause him to ruin his future.
this life seems so flat
squared by the daily duties
a routine ho-hum.
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
A routine ho-hum
Chief cook and bottle washer
Is there more to life
is there more to life
than duty, work, forbearance,
before death hits us?
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
before death hits us
let us play and laugh and love
live while you still can
Live while you still can,
Devour the delicacies,
Let the sun warm you.
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
let the sun warm you
the starfish lining shoreline
twinkle under moon....
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
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