Haiku
by Monk Anchorwind | 11 Nov, 2013 | Mental Scraps
We could not yet know
Lose ourselves to the machine
Spring’s mist cries for us
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Blood, sweat, dust, tears, flags
Is adrenaline our friend?
Summer’s Inferno
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Where is what we sought
We know now who we once were
Too late, Autumn light
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For whom did we pay?
A generation fractured
The Winter’s embrace