727.
Daily ebb and flow,
Although so much more these days,
Much more ebb than flow.
Tag: diurnal
Anymore
Today is the day
Once yesterday before,
Where did those days all go to?
I cannot tell now, anymore.
Today was the day
I did not want any more,
How long I have felt this?
I cannot feel anymore.
Today, delicate fray gone away,
Flight lands in tomorrow.
I have already exhausted
All of my sorrows.
Haiku #700
700.
I tidy my house
For those seven hundred ghosts.
Guests do not visit.
