Monday, June 7, 2010

Haiku

Not exactly Haiku. But inspired by it nonetheless.

Entranced by the night
The friendly moon, the calm star
The dead winter tree

Sharp icicles hang
Like stalactite; their tips shine
What beauty indeed!

The tip melts away
Drops tinkle as they hit ground
Like an angel's harp

The chords subtly change
A deadly darkness descends
The red drapery falls

1 comment:

  1. Jakati is a
    Giant sore on my buttocks
    That won't go away

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