Tuesday, September 20, 2005


My (poor?) attempts at Haiku :

Lines three beautiful
Mostly meaningful.
Puzzling, yet.

Objects in the mirror
are closer than they appear.
so are you, with me on my bike.

Asleep flowers,
drops of sun, dew and sprinkler
now awake.

High tide, low tide.
Wet thoughts.
Water returns.

Me and you,
Infinite sky, endless.
Two small birds.

Quake, Half Life.
Tsunami, Hiroshima.
not only games.

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