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A new day a new haiku
The magic of fire
Transforming oak into ash
We will rise like smoke
Another day fades
Weeks turn into months again
The years roll away
Another storm brews
Stop waiting for tomorrow
Sunlight breaking through
A glimmer of hope
Another season has sprung
A new moon rises
Open up my eyes
Today and only today
Once I have been here
Between evening fog
And deserted railway lines
Next year’s trees spring up
Wandering again
On another adventure
Into the sunset
Steadily she glides
Twists and turns in the thermals
A kite flying high
Sunset particles
Unfurl across still waters
Bind us together
Distant dying sun
We bask in your gold glory
Your old light, still warm
How long will I roam
In the purple Midland hills
Til I find a home
When your last sun sets
What will you have left behind?
And where will you go?
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