Nov 3, 2005
Late Night Haiku X
By | Posted at 0:3:14
XXVI.
Hope erodes at times
To the loneliness of truth,
But it does not die.
XXVII.
Autumn leaves pass by,
Season grows shorter briskly now,
Oh! To slow the end.
XXVIII.
A stream bubbles, faint,
As my thoughts like water flow,
Will they come ashore?
Colder and wetter,
The wind howling through the trees.
I love a good storm.
Hi, sounds nice!
This is jake from jakerinard
new website though http://nickelj.com
Something a bit more fun. I would love to have you as a normal over there.