Haiku 16.1.20

their voices spilling
through open windows, doorways
and empty foyers

their subtle hoaxes
twist entwined and overlooked
by the hidden truths

and their precious pearls
hanging around beaten necks
have lost their lustre

Published by John Everex

A writer, reader and cautious optimist. View all posts by John Everex

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