Words trickle too fast,
floods of imagination;
leaves only ink blots.
Words trickle too fast,
floods of imagination;
leaves only ink blots.
Gather up the leaves,
steal the flames from every hearth
and burn like Autumn.
University,
bags still not packed for Friday
and work all Thursday.
(My best friend and I have realised something. My Haikus are starting to represent a form of twitter. Limited syllables and random thoughts".)
Around two o’clock
we though of the old abbey
and dropped everything-
Essay work is done,
time for cuddling with a book
and lovely boyfriend.
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