More Haikus:
Tick tock, goes the clock.
Your time is running out, now.
Someone is coming.
Tonight we are young.
Unraveling evidence
like a tangled string.
The pen on paper.
Furiously quirelling.
It’s full of color.
Singing through the room.
Dancing around in circles.
The beat of the drum.
I am now plugged in.
I am addicted, the sight
Is too much for me
My tears are streaming
Down my chin, I can’t help but
need a tree to hug
Willa, what a nice surprise, that you added some more of your haikus. These are all so beautiful. I especially love the tangled string of evidence paired with youth. You have really mastered "cutting" and how to pack so much feeling into such a small space.
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