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Dark Lane

I walk in a lonely

dark lane,

I fear the night

Cicadas tease me

with their low hiss.

My home is still far away,

I hit a stone

and my heart freezes

at the sharp sound.

I look around

and fear turns into wonder

as a bud blossoms

into a purple flower.

Bees swarm

around the new-born flower

and I find a place

in a rusty bench.

I don’t want to move

I don’t want to go home

I swap my fear

for joy and wonder,

glued to the mesmerizing

beauty of the night

Silent Night

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Dead night

no breath except mine

cicada offers comfort

Hi Friends, Penny asked me to write a poem a few weeks ago. So, this haiku is dedicated to her. Hope you like it, Penny:)