Friday, June 6, 2014

A Stab at Haikus

Work never felt so,
Long, boring, tedious, flat,
Just five more weeks left.

The length of a line
Is not chosen by letters
But by your breaths shape.

one two three four five
one two three four three two one
five four three two one

A cool calming pitch
Rings bright over a grand crowd
Who gathers for sound

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