last night haiku won
stole my sleep, took all my dreams
balled up my pillow.Tonight I came home,
opened the windows again,
hoping to be cold.the birds begin song
the dreamers sleep unaware
where night and day meetThe night is deepest
A bird calls to another
A car passes by.Last night or today
haiku leaked out of my brain
onto my pillow.
Seeking?
The Quote Box
Poetry is not a fancy way of giving you information; it’s an incantation. It is actually a magic spell. It changes things; it changes you.
— Philip PullmanThe Cat Cam
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