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Haiku
 

 

 

Willie R. Bongcaron, PH

 

solar eclipse
the crescent moon yawns
to the left

 

 

morning news...
in between sips of tea
and conversation

 

 

with the fog
the sun is up...
chilly me

 

 

by the brook...
the innocence of a child
playing with daisies

 

 

crescent moon
lying on a bed
of soft clouds

 

 

contemplation...
listening to the hazy sound
of your being

 

alone, missing your touches in my poem

 

 

missing you, the train's journey is eons away

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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