A Series of Haikus
When you see the hills
You never know what you'll find
Maybe elephants
Unfaithful husbands
A trip taken far away
We've read this before
Lanterns are dancing
So are the children at night
Beautiful colors
Tangy scents of lime
They cannot cover up death
Maybe roses can
What can it be like
To never know how it feels
to wander aimless
Sometimes you can see
Other times you might be blind
Either way, life sucks
Eight in the morning
The snow pushes us to class
Pretty, yet freezing
Bartleby dictates
But I would prefer not to
It never matters
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