All of these Haiku's have '5, 7, 5' format
11/6/08
White light shining through
patterns along the blank wall
brighteding my day
running through the woods
on a cold cold winter night
what was I thinking
Winter freezes trees
like hate freezes the young heart
And turns your love cold
A spring bud opens
like a rediscovered love
in the morning mist
The red blossom bends
and drips its dew to the ground
like a tear it falls
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