Poetry | Urszula Marciniak | Haiku

 

Sunflowers, Vincent Van Gogh

The prison

The trampled grass in the yard 

Growing back

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Sunflower

The petals ran out and 

She didn't come

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A great river

A child carries its warmth 

In his hands

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Spring sunrise

And nothing has changed 

Since yesterday

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The full moon

I look for your hand 

In the fog

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Crossing the river

Halfway there overcome by 

Doubt and cold

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The bright summer dawn

One by one the stars and 

Wishes fade away

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A bomb crater

Slowly turning into 

A summer playground

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Bio: Urszula lives in Poland on the outskirts of the city. She has always loved literature and devoured countless books.