04 Sunday Jun 2017
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No sound can be heard
For these bells remain silent
In the springtime breeze
Daily Haiku Challenge ~ Day 215/365
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04 Sunday Jun 2017
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Who am I?
No air fills my lungs
I breathe in, taking all I can
Slowly, yet glutinous, never enough
To bring me back from the depths
Nor revive me, still
I struggle, gasp, in the non-existent
My eyes, blank, like the night sky
Clouded over, light diminished
Never to return, forgotten
Like a rag doll, I struggle
To find the time, that time
When the world was beautiful
And so was I
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03 Saturday Jun 2017
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Though no one ever sees her
You always know she’s near
To pass away the hours
And help you quiet fears
You never have to worry
She’ll be with you till the end
To keep your secrets hidden
Your best imaginary friend
Source: The Daily Post – Imaginary
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03 Saturday Jun 2017
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Nature surprises
With a beauty unsurpassed
Giving us goosebumps
Daily Haiku Challenge ~ Day 214/365
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03 Saturday Jun 2017
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Mama heard noises, those sounds in the night
Growing much louder, they gave her a fright
Voices came calling, symphonies would play
Nowhere was an orchestra, much to mama’s dismay
No one to talk to, I think mama was cracked
But she insisted these noises, just keep coming back
Turns out she’s not crazy, not one little bit
The doctor, she said, put a finger on it
The music and voices, she heard them, quite clear
All on account of her musical ear
Musical ear syndrome (MES) describes a condition seen in people who have hearing loss and subsequently develop auditory hallucinations. (Google)
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