Sunday, October 3, 2021

Three Haiku between Us



Between Us-Nothing

but Space and Time, grow and shrink

reaching the same light


Now, it is too late

to take it back or let go

so completely gone


Two souls are mated

Being seeks itself alone

there was always More.


Painting by Martin Johnson Heade (1819-1904), 'Flowers of Hope' in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.

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