Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Four haiku

I perfumed the place,
the curtains blushed with your scent.
You are my heartbeat.


She wanted a hug,
now she wants to say goodbye.
The thirty-year hug.


All my trains run late,
how many wives do I get?
I only want you.


Lanie I love you!
Like a bell in outer space,
a crashing silence.

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