Haikus

 

I.

A grey street stretches

Long. Wind blows hurrying me

Along.  Lost finding home.

 

II. 

Swirling pathways move

A quagmire ebbs and flows in

Tomorrow might be calm

 

III.

If mysteries are

What await tomorrow, please

Leave me in my bed

 

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