Not
Chirping excitement
Birds announce it will not rain
The
rest of today
It's not the first time
Guess it will not be the last
Slept
through the alarm
Such concentration
Carried tea across the room
Not a drop was spilled
No and not of things
Define empty existence
They
really should not
Ride
Ride the winds of change
Evolving with the tempests
Voicing your thunder
Not sure why I'm here
Saw this double decker bus
And
came for the ride
She was riding me
Pushing me on to new heights
Really
ecstatic
Crowd
The big decision
Did gladiators fight well
The
crowd's thumbs are down
Stand out from the crowd
Maintain positivity
In
the face of gloom
A crowd of haiku
Jostling for recognition
And perhaps a star
Fog
Through a glass darkly
Fog of my mind slowly clears
Leaving
eyes misty
Standing on cliff top
Counting lighthouse sweep seconds
Mournful
fog horn sounds
High level meeting
The fog of doubt slowly clears
Protagonists
beam
Feel warm with fever
Over three degrees from rage
Climb into bed bare
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