hurried waters (haiga)


On her cool flat stones she sits in quiet contemplation. Tears run down her cheeks as she empties her heart feeling so alone until…

lone muse
spills self in hurried waters,
rapids call her name

by the riverside
all qualms are shared

current flows
pooling every misery
liberating souls

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