Haiku III

While I kept waiting,

her ruby lips kissed someone.

Happiness: not mine.

 

Note:
I feel a freedom from the need of writing anymore when I read this first ever Haiku I wrote in May this year. A super summary of my youth.

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Waiting for you

Passing

through a flower shop

Sensual fragrance

Radiating beauty

Blooming-

like a hopeful youth

Thinking of you-

I‘ll pick one

and it will die

waiting for you

Artwork by Neko Katz Illustration
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