children of the Fall

Like traces of paint,

Red,

Smeared on the fingers-

Pink,

In fall, the maple tree-

Old,

Turns a kid again-

Naughty.

dream: a haiku

Frozen flames;

Put them in a cage,

With my dreams.

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a wait for summer

Days of fall,
Let them drift away,
Like falling leaves,
Carried away by the wind.

Winter,
You are not cold this time,
For my heart keeps warm,
A soul, unperturbed.

O' Spring, leave my wind chimes;
When you make them sing,
I long,
For those foot steps.

On a stallion of time,
I'll ride through the seasons,
In to the summer,
To sweep you off your feet.

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my striped blanket

The straight lines,
Runs from head to toe,
Wrapping me.

Déjà vu

Traversing a loop,
Crossing the starting point,
When start met the end,
Even the pole star,
Was shining on the south!
Lost in directions,
Even the time stood still..