Haiku #89 – #91

89.

An archaeologist
Found a gold bowl he could not use
But still its lustre dazzled.

90.

A black waterfall
I watched falling by
It’s words like fearsome vials.

91.

When the hues of your future
Can outmanoeuvre my past,
My ear becomes swollen.

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