Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Harvesting Haibuns #3

                          Strangely cursed with a name so menacing, and yet the place emanates
                          the warmth and comfort that home cannot provide. Genuine smiles, 
                          friendly laughter, generous natures…Where was I while all this was 
                          being enjoyed?
Resting wearily
Penthouse shelter at its best
Where the monsters tread 


                          More activity bustles around me in the past hours than the past month. 
                          Anticipation, puzzlement, wonder; I feel it all, experiencing those 
                          emotions which had both snidely eluded me. Fair-weather friends—stay
Brilliance buds blossom
A Bolt runs through the desert
Afraid to look back


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