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A thousand cranes rise—
dawn spills gold along their wings,
the sky folds open.

#haiku #cranes #origami
Veiled in ivory,
sweet sighs lure the breath of fools—
death wears a soft smile.
We speak, but do we hear?
Voices rise, yet silence screams—
what are we afraid of?
Footsteps on cracked roads,
we rush, yet never look down—
the ground holds our past.
I failed.
You trusted.
I broke it.
You smiled—hurt.
You held me—heavy.
Comfort—lies.
I’m not enough.
A crow sings at dawn,
its black wings split the golden sky.
Who said light must win?
A cloud hangs low, still,
pressing on the city’s spine—
does it ever breathe?
Rivers run like grief,
never pausing to remember—
the stones sink and wait.
I watched you leave slow
like autumn forgetting leaves,
bare, I stood in frost.
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