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3/4/20 On a precipice: perseverant, undaunted rises a prayer. 2/4/20 And we learned to live to love, uphold, win, let go: time starts after him/. 1/4/20 I emptied my mind of fears and anxieties, filled it with birdsong. 31/3/20 When the facade ends, genies back in our head trunks, the numb trudge back home Go back home migrant, time stops now and who knows when it is unfrozen! Mayfly season, now death is in visitation: and resurrection Early morning calm, feels like the eye of the storm: yet, this too must pass. 30/3/20 Bougainvilleas shy smiling, deserted street - social distancing 29/3/20 Some adorn the trees: this withering hour, others deck the mourning earth 28/3/20 Automobiles? no - this morning, warbler and finch sing where thoughts crowded 28/3/30 Not that You are not - but this darkness is mine, Lord, so must be the light 27/3/20 Vivid light painting the leaves and wings swishing by emotions buried; 26/3/20 Budding leaves season - this pause brings to life, whispers and colours we missed
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Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 1:57 PM UTC
Haikus - quanrantined; 1
3/4/20 On a precipice: perseverant, undaunted rises a prayer. 2/4/20 And we learned to live to love, uphold, win, let go: time starts after him/. 1/4/20 I emptied my mind of fears and anxieties, filled it with birdsong. 31/3/20 When the facade ends, genies back in our head trunks, the numb trudge back home Go back home migrant, time stops now and who knows when it is unfrozen! Mayfly season, now death is in visitation: and resurrection Early morning calm, feels like the eye of the storm: yet, this too must pass. 30/3/20 Bougainvilleas shy smiling, deserted street - social distancing 29/3/20 Some adorn the trees: this withering hour, others deck the mourning earth 28/3/20 Automobiles? no - this morning, warbler and finch sing where thoughts crowded 28/3/30 Not that You are not - but this darkness is mine, Lord, so must be the light 27/3/20 Vivid light painting the leaves and wings swishing by emotions buried; 26/3/20 Budding leaves season - this pause brings to life, whispers and colours we missed
been writing them 5-7-5's since being shut home by the virus - spirit is free!
#covid#prayer#haiku
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Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 1:57 PM UTC
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