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The days of curiosity have passed; then the days of excitement, followed by the days of joy; then the days of remorse, hope and forgetfulness. They passed, too. Nostalgia entered; then curiosity, impatience, excitement, joy, remorse, hope and forgetfulness. They have passed, yes. Then aimlessness, and nothingness. Perfect for fear, for uncertainty, for waking up, for curiosity. Everything passes. Just the Sky gives rebirth to the Sun, again and again.
winter morning
sun must be there, somewhere
and me, too
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62606 Troiku
at the seashore
wind of summer through my hair
the shortest night
© Chèvrefeuille
at the seashore
after the two years
sun still waits for me
wind of summer through my hair
touch of the freedom –
school bell keeps quiet
the shortest night –
sound of the keyboard
disturbs the silence
Linked to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai #1845 Troiku Challenge: Summertime
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pandemic child
on the windowsill
– avocado tree
May Themes
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between new
and full moon
same old sky
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the past and the future
merge in a single beat
of the clock
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prolećna noć
disanje prati
otkucaje sata
spring night
breathing follows
ticking of the clock
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What would you choose – absolute peace or the unrests brought by the thoughts, which, like a ray of light or a thread of darkness, try to creep into the unfathomable consciousness of others trying to find unapproachable?
Haughty savvy has no mercy and wins every single battle, but the lessons learned in the past become easier to apply in practice and soothe all wounds – past and furute ones.
oh wind, carefully!
don’t you see fragility
of dandelion?
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Too much time has passed since she left everything. She lost trust in people and then she lost confidence in herself. Or it went in reverse order.
Magical words came one after another. Exactly the ones she repeated for years only in her head, hiding them selfishly from everyone and only occasionally let them glide along the intertwined path of the infinity sign clumsy drawn on a piece of paper. They came out of nowhere and begun to tore down walls, carefully built over the years.
After the countless attempts to open the door, she finally found herself on the other side. Fear and disbelief, but also a desire to stay there forever.
april evening
at the front door
indecisive cat
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“I’ve heard you like challenges, right? Oh, how exciting that is!”, I heard my own voice in the silence.
“So, honey, let’s check how much you’ve progressed since the last time we spoke!”
“Ok”, I said. “Let’s the fun begin!”
This time I thought I was prepared better than ever.
On the way out, I was greeted by a wet road. I didn’t even notice that it was raining before, but I didn’t care, because I had a small, yellow umbrella in my purse.
Someone wise said – when there is no sun, make your own.
I almost made it this time.
The evening was cold, and the air had some strange weight.
april evening
between trust and carelessness
a thin line
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Now when the sky suddenly turned gray
and the sun melted with the moon
tell me about the secrets
you hide under your coat.
I’ll wipe the dust off
my angels wings
and let them
fly off
free.
Never
get wiser
nor happier,
different faces
but the same old places
calling me back to the start.
Again and again in circles
I kill myself and give me rebirth.
sudden traffic jam
the walls around and inside
still resist the time
STAIN ~ sketches from life & clips of dreams 