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Fallen angels at my feet
...Whispered voices at my ear
Death before my eyes--lying next to me I fear
She beckons me, shall I give in?
Upon my end shall I begin.
Forsaking all I've fallen for...
I rise to meet the end*
...Whispered voices at my ear
Death before my eyes--lying next to me I fear
She beckons me, shall I give in?
Upon my end shall I begin.
Forsaking all I've fallen for...
I rise to meet the end*
Home » Archives » 03. May 2006
Waer of the Wind
May 3, 2006cloven rossette
from Helen to Paris:
“I found you!”
AUTHOR’S NOTE: The author of this haiku reserves the right to inform true haiku aficionados, who by some means got themselves lost in this corner of blogdom and happened to stumble upon this humble post, to simply smile and forgive this author’s naïveté, if they find the above-written ‘ku’ somehow repulsive for their taste.
