Haiku #117 – #120

117.

Many raindrops against glass,
Sometimes it takes longer
To disprove what is false.

118.

Frazzled willow,
Stripped winter,
I will break through the barriers of myself.

119.

This same stormy gale
A thousand years in the making,
Why should it be any different now.

120.

Rosemary on the window sill
Strains to be cooked,
Itch’s source demands to be scratched.

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