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Mask

We hide, we run, we turn away
from the sun, warmth fades
into the twilight and the masquerade
comes alive

In the summer day
we slowly wait for sunset
and the mask comes on

Suddenly, revelry and laughter
fills the air, who goes there
but another couple holding hands
excitement, passion
comes alive

A touch, a kiss
behind masked eyes, delight more
than senses can bear

But the clock strikes twelve
the masquerade ends and the thrill
ends too and they are trapped
in a room, reluctant lovers
once the mask comes off...

For Haiku Heights

Copyright (c) 2012 Zalina Abdul Aziz @ ninotaziz. All rights reserved.

Devastation

Yelping dog, quiet!

I am rolling over the plains

of devastation

Hatchlings surrender

to the void that empties

the mind

Oh, when will they learn ?

It's too late, anyway.

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For the Magpie Tales the Magpie Tales

At the seashore

Waves of summer

crashing, hitting, arriving

against the wide beach

at the edge

of the season, how

insignificant we are

powerful winds

like a tiger, roar

in the cloaked balmy night

to be so close

to the edge of time and matter

where it does not matter

Every sunrise. Enlightened.