Find
Blow, wind, blow out all my words.
They again shall rise
In someone's lightning eyes.
Cold, come, pack them into ice.
Someone's tongue shall ting
And speak upon Spring.
Winter, wrap them within gloom,
Hide them out of sight.
Find---someone's delight.
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This is a rearrangement of Haiku lines.
Copyright © Brian Faulkner | Year Posted 2008
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