Dew drops and rain drops /
And tears falling from my eyes /
Renewal and pain.
Dew drops and rain drops /
And tears falling from my eyes /
Renewal and pain.
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If I were the last /
Would morning dew still matter? /
Asked the blade of grass.
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker
Dew upon the grass /
Stars upon the nighttime sky /
Gas, light, water, life.
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If Wednesday were my /
lover, I’d carry her dew /
on my lips as hope.
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