Haiku Compilation VI

Warmth of morning sun
As I pace and ponder words
Penning down haikus

Tiny sized stories
Not always meaning to rhyme
The depth in poems

Crisp pages turning
Living stories in my head
Books are my best friends

Wind brushing tree leaves
Flames reaching ever higher
Camping under stars

Liquid hot to taste
Warm sensation fills me whole
Coffee in my mug

Flowers bringing joy
Planting away stress and strife
Garden soothes the mind

Drops on the glass pane
Moist earth permeates the air
Fresh dew gracing grass

Dig for sand treasures
Message in a clear bottle
A lost cry for help

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