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A new day a new haiku
Washed out, worn away
All my ideas turn to grey
Returning to clay
Some tunes are too trite
And some colours are too bright
Some words are to write
Fabled footpaths found
Wound around the valley edge
Distant hills resound
Keep it trapped in tight
And locked away from daylight
This corrosive blight
Orange blood will flow
Falling from my broken bones
I rest down below
Tangled in the weeds
Twist, turn and squirm to be free
Love caught up with me
From a jagged hedge
Knotted and skeletal edge
Just an empty sketch
Why can’t I just hide?
Find a hole and crawl inside
Silence be my guide
Master of the skies
Devises lies, denies bribes
Master of disguise
Willow leaves break through
Morning sun burns off fresh dew
Beginning anew
Squeezing inside trees
Scramble through thorny brambles
Edge around the hedge
Wanderers don’t rest
Adventurers leave the nest
An unending quest
The strange shades of spring
Days change and suddenly swing
A dangerous string
Lying in her lair
Waiting for the wolves to were
Secret silent snare
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