Dusk Haiku

pinking the night

down to earth

hush tippy-toes in

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the DJ fades out

memory’s slider

no more pencil marks!

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obsidian skies

cooling a lava glass

for sparkle stars

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ghosts whisper

their ancient stories

scaring the living

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beech and birch

whip up flames

in a yawning stove

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heat flickers dry

easing the room

all blinds drawn

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darkness, at bay

wanders cold

no gap, under the door