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T. Lee's Haiku
In silence I write the words that echo
loudly within me and come alive!
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Still
waiting
Watching a blanket
of pure white snow I still look
for traces of you.
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Unsafe
Quiet streets are rife
with spurious miscreants -
the misbegotten.
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The
hunt
The eagle flies on
wings of freedom. Swooping low
to capture its prey.
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Cleansing
Green
forest smells strong
of
dark wood and rain soaked earth.
I
walk the clear path.
  
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