Haiku retried
Stories we create,
inhabit and populate
It’s reality
*****
Hold me tight in there
Your arms wrapped around feel nice
Even in the dream
*****
Cool crisp morning air
Caresses me while I run
Late to school again
*****
When it’s night, it’s black
In the morning, sun rises
But the darkness stays
*****
Blank pages stare back
At me, pen poised in my hand
Mentally, the words blot
st said,
January 25, 2008 at 6:31 am
a features story
when written in verse
is much better
moallif said,
January 25, 2008 at 6:54 am
you’re three syllables
short, yet, i agree with you
Just, Haiku won’t do