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A new day a new haiku
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Time turns bricks to dust Wood to ashes, Iron to rust We do what we must
I am falling down Slowly stumble to the ground Abdicate my crown
Why do I waste days When these old mills waste away? The old ways don’t pay
Empty windows creak Cracks become leaks become creeks Nature reclaims her
The slow silent creep In wiry tendrils entwined Bramblers always win
Old questions expel From every crook and nanny Derelict puzzles
Tangled ivy twines Stories tumble down brick walls Tell me tomorrow