Gingerbread Men

Awaken I, to the sounds of sweet.

A fresh and invigorating voice.

The tender, hazel plain of dough.

Calls me to bring forth its spirit.

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It happened six years ago on that sunny spring season I was but a hollow man A murky silhouette Walking through the misty Maze of blurred...

High atop the pagoda tower Perched upon with blazing claws The one of fearsome reddish feathers Who bears the mark of death And wields...

Haiku Rewind to the past. Her eyes a sun drip lakeview. The peace I will drink.