Haiku #775 – #778


Onion eyes stinging;
Those nuns always admonished:
Be wary with sight.


Thirty five years pass,
They turned my eyes into glass,
Gazing in a stream.


All moments ago
Seemed real, impossibly so,
Carried on shoulders,


But they all dissolved,
Unfair trick of light unfolds;
Sometime I will join.

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