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 Sep 2020 touka
Cross Boundry
I can't see me unless I have a mirror.
I can see everyone through that glass.
But they are looking at themselves.
 Sep 2020 touka
Hank Love
Untitled
 Sep 2020 touka
Hank Love
Two men were drafted for war.
One turned to the other and said,
"I find it odd that we leave our own family
To keep each other's families safe."

The man turned to him and said,
"I'll make a deal with you.
If you fight to protect my family,
Then I will die protecting yours."
 Sep 2020 touka
Delluna
Rain
 Sep 2020 touka
Delluna
Under the gallows wet tree
I sat there alone
The droplets drenched my left shoulder
Free birds sang a good song
The sky above was blue
But gloomy on the east side
The sand was sticky
I felt the grains on my dry feet
The sun hid itself behind the white cotton clouds
The trees stood still
No breeze but it’s cold
After morning rain it was.
 Aug 2020 touka
Leeeena
If Only
 Aug 2020 touka
Leeeena
If only I had been

faster


If only I had been

enough


If only you had loved me,
then perhaps I could have loved you,
and then you would have

stayed


If only people were

understanding


If only they had

listened


If only they hadn't broken your trust,
then you could give it to me,
and then you would have

stayed


If only you were still

here


If only I had the guts to tell you

before


If only I had seen what was going on,
then I could have helped,
and then you would have

stayed
 Aug 2020 touka
Anais Vionet
(3 Senryus)

No - don’t kiss me
unless you're planning to
start a new habit.

Don't borrow kisses
unless you can return them
with real interest.

Remember boy-O
it's all fun and games 'til
someone falls in love.
three haikus - about kisses borrowed - not stolen  =]
 Aug 2020 touka
Naomi
Puddles
 Aug 2020 touka
Naomi
Hello,  I am a puddle person.
I'm certainly not the only puddle person, of course.
And I often think I'm more puddle then person.

I lay on the floor still.
People come by and see themselves reflected in me.
Sometimes they step in me,  and drops of me splish around and evaporate.

I'm content being a puddle it's, comfortable.
People are aware of me whether looking at themselves, tip toeing around me or jumping in.

I am NOT invisible.

Love me or hate me this puddle person isn't going anywhere,
until I become more puddle then person.
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