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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

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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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?

62004

“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

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Who would have ever said that the day of awakening would come, a day in which 20 years of illusion would suddenly spill over into the just one single thought: “It was all just a rehearsal”. A trial version, with extended expiration date. But what is it compared to time in which infinity is a unit of measure? The shades make a difference, but sometimes they are so hard to spot.

There is so much to talk about, that even ten books wouldn’t be enough to describe all the adventures of a deceived mind. Adventures that never really existed outside of the twisted world that a mind created itself unconsciously assuming the role of God. Oh, how exciting!

Now, who to blame? Maybe all those strategy video games played during the youth? Or all those weird stories from the favorite movies? Or… Who cares?!Forgive yourself and be thankful for the lessons! At the end, soon or a later everything gets into the place. And you… You would never come this far without them.

moonless night

look how the sky

shines its own colors

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No one knows when we turned off the track, nor why all navigation tools refuse to cooperate. Maybe technology has taken off and directed all its superpowers imperceptibly in the opposite direction, deliberately, testing everyone who once swore allegiance to it.

I recognize kindred souls wandering, aimlessly and for too long, rising and falling, hitting they own walls. The old soothing voices are suddenly noisy, like a hammer hitting a nail mercilessly.

They say that the beginning and the end overlap just when my favorite virtual astrologer stopped giving predictions for free. What good is to know the current phase of the Moon, if I don’t know what it has to do with me?

indecisive spring
trying to put soul in verse
unsuccessfully

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In some strange parallel reality, the Sun and the Moon have disappeared, and the Sky is so expressionless that even gray is no longer gray but some strange transparent one, like a background in the png format. Everything is shallow, but deep at the same time, so there’s no way out for those who’re looking for it. If they’re looking for it at all …

spring is late
river and life
just flowing

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