Haikus 4.7.20

the ward sleeps in snores
and words spoken when sleeping
to rhythmic machines

dawn’s light turning blue
harsh seagulls welcome the sun
and we count ourselves

and yet on the edge
there’s one who remains silent
who slipped on ahead

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