Haiku #302 – #306

302.

Death’s not living’s end,
Rain’s not water’s final act;
But moments, fleeting.

303.

I read your words and
A new sunflower grew. Rooks
And magpies argue.

304.

Exasperating goddess;
Have my ink, while I would sleep.
Meteorites flung.

305.

Have me cremated,
Ashes sprung where no one owns;
Meditate instead.

306.

My soul extracted,
Mined, shaped into a bullet;
Aimed at love’s steel heart.

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