Fifty stars about to be torn apart; by the Devil himself, they say, and I pray I don’t look in the mirror one day to see he is me.

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Fifty stars about to be torn apart; by the Devil himself, they say, and I pray I don’t look in the mirror one day to see he is me.

No one listens, no one cares, no one sees my sadness.
You can not hear those who care, deafened by your pain.
No one listens, no one cares, no one sees my sadness.
You can not see those who care, blinded by your pain.
No one listens, no one cares, no one sees my sadness.
No one listens, no one sees how much I care.
Winter’s gray broken
Rays of life warm the planet
Yellow flowers bloom

Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, color signals spring is near.
He cries throughout the night, the pain of age upon him; loyal to the end, hand on paw, you help him sleep.
The mirror has lied
Old age shows itself, wrinkles
Shocked you turn away

Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, an old face is seen for the first time.
A train whistle blows
It sounds so lonely, tears flow
A loved one leaving

Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, a loved one departs.
Atoms, all of us, everything, dots in space. Large and small, the same, each touching the other through binding energy. We are one.

Raindrops, animals rest as humans ignore nature’s gift.

Peace makes three; the war has ended. Crowns for thee, lucky to survive. One red, one white, one blue; divided forever, slaves to a false victory.

The beans grew from the sweat and tears of a mother who refused to let her child die under a tyrant’s moon.
