Haiku Heights – Red

pink roses

pink roses (Photo credit: srqpix)

I saw blood, soaked, rags

flint made, exploding anger

Couple burst in flames.

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The last page written

in smudged charcoal,  painter’s ink

news, her last good-bye.

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Into the dark night

a bird whistle blows softly

Red and black beak cry.

***

A blush of pink rose

Happy Valentine’s Day, love

Just let me whisper.

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