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A new day a new haiku
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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