Haikus (revised)

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1
The more you give love
The more an angel's cup fills
The more holy wills
2
The moon rises bright
Not to replace the sun’s height
Both work day and night
3
Cradles me asleep
The sea is a lullaby
Rocking back and forth
4
The jungle runs wild
Beastly freedoms take control
Running forever
5
A tall tree bending
Feeling the downs of the day
Meeting me in pain
6
Colors shedding through
Along the rainy pavement
Now searching for gold
7
Seeing the sign up
Doesn’t mean being fluent
Speaking its language

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  1. Rachel LieblingApril 20, 2020 at 9:56 AM

    1 and 5 are definetly my fav! I am usually really not into Haikus, but these are really very clever. I like the play with rhyme. Also your diction - super strong and concentrated the lines. "crust," "downs" (as a noun), "colors shedding" -woh!

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