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S R Mats Mar 2015
Sherlock  ̶
the search for home
brings mysteries
S R Mats Mar 2015
love doesn’t care ̶
I turn
and look at you
S R Mats Mar 2015
standing on the edge
mountain pools
wrinkle stars
S R Mats Mar 2015
my cheeks chap
your icy hand slaps
my winterly face
haiku, winter
S R Mats Mar 2015
the bell rings ̶
a wet finger
upon the rim of a glass
S R Mats Mar 2015
slip sweetly  ̶
I hear your silver
feet on rocks
The title, of course, is not haiku.
S R Mats Feb 2015
A baby elephant will be tied with a little rope.

It can only go in a small circle, round and round.

Even when grown and able to break that tiny rope

It will not -

Because it is held by the memory of the past.
Sep 17, 2014 ·
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