Silent morn light from
the golden sun rays filters
through this darkened path.
*
Lonely souls come out
to dance to the beautiful
tune of the morn light.
*
They hope and pray it
shines all day, for when it leaves,
their feeble souls bleed.
*
They dread the darkened
path and the cold hand of gloom
that encompasses.
*
Though they walk the path
a million time, their feeble
souls yearn for the morn light.
*
A ray of hope for
lost wandering souls seeking
true companionship.
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*this is an experimental work using the three lines and 5-7-5 syllables haiku blended with concrete poetry style*
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Amity 