Collected Haiku #25

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in times like these, hope
is a humble word, a worn
and battered token

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communication
is a bridge of compassion
between sublime souls

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penguins seem really
adorable, till you think
they're just cold chickens

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peace is an echo
of a stone thrown in a pond
high in the mountains

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if worst enemy
is me, and I relinquish:
will I win myself?

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wielding every pen
is a devoted writer
fulfilling a dream

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death arbitrary
a court with no evidence
a judge with no grace

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nothing moves more than
departed dreams, from station
we see red caboose

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if love is crazy
pharmaceutical rep says
why not take this pill?

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