A haiku a day...

Friday
We pack up our life,
put in in boxes, watch our
home become a house.

Saturday
As the rain falls down
the night falls around me and
I fall fast asleep.

Sunday
Irredescent joy,
Bubbles float over my head
tiny moments pop.

Monday
Once more with feeling,
run along the beaten track,
Soon I'll search new paths.

Tuesday
This room is empty
but for memories now, strange
transitory time.

Wednesday
Language slips, plays, twists,
defines and defies us, makes
magic possible.

Thursday
As the singers sing,
talk turns to unspoken truths:
sometimes life is sad.

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