A fraction of light
over farmlands and open
country – hidden thrill song.
Lemongrass and balsam
root flowers wrap around
the sunbright spirit.
The midnight juggernauts
jam unlucky entities
filling the hole in my head.
My haiku fall to the floor
and I pick up them
along the way.
Where did the words go?
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Hey all, here is day two's poem. I know it's a little late, but I've had one hell of a day, and I felt like I was split between the present and somewhere else. Anyway, I did manage to get some writing done for Camp. Check out more awesome poets at Napowrimo
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