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A new day a new haiku
If I sing to trees
They never seem to listen
A long lost howling
Molten light pours out
The hillside is cast in gold
It lives on in me
Let ideas ferment
Turn and see what’s underneath
We’re ruminatimg
Someday we will rise
Into the darkening sky
Take a different guise
Long summer sunsets
Slowly burnt into memory
These are happy scars
Over the next hill
Is a better brighter day
Always out of reach
Don’t let the thought of
The sunsets you miss, stop you
Enjoying the rest
Don’t over think it
Don’t compare, don’t analyse
Just be your best self
Glowing in low sun
We reach but we can’t touch it
Bathed in golden warmth
Seeds become barley
Barley will become straw bales
Bales become buildings
As we turn away
From the ever burning sun
His light is fractured
The sun never sets
We just turn our backs on it
When the day is done
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