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Battle cimmences,
I see death and tragedy,
And I wonder why.




As the hawk flies high,
Sun glinting off his cruel beak,
Freedom soars on high.




Tall mountains and seas,
Terrain surrounded by air,
I see home sweet home.




Whispering softly,
Gently caressing my skin,
Once more in her arms.




I realize that,
These haikus are not the best,
Don't whant that anyway.

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To live ones life free from the constraints of judgement is truely bliss.



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The following comments are for "Random thoughts."
by crackpotpoet

random thoughts
You sound like a soldier fresh from war, looking down on his hometown from an airplane window. I think my imagination is too much.

( Posted by: SingChi [Member] On: February 19, 2006 )

impressed
I like this poem...It's very colorful and creative...Excellent poem..

( Posted by: Windsong [Member] On: March 1, 2006 )





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