Metaphor The Roses
Torn petals sparkling redRoseate lyres dying fires
Banked coals turning leaves
Blank faced window rain
Spoken intervals remain
Barely remembered
Time falls through the cracks
Broken moments welcome dust
Breathing without thought
Haiku by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2025-08-11 at 00:01
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