Haikus 29.11.19

Night

Later, as night falls,
I can’t recall who I was
when dawn was breaking.

Virtual

the virtual drifts
slip from my dexterous fingers
in mutual shame

Stains

cast your stains aside
hands cleaned by bitter waters
allow hope to grow

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