Among the ghosts I walk, hidden in plain sight, with whispers of the past.
Author: Mark Jones
haiku 50
He wrongly thought he was saving her; like the moon, she was already free.
haiku 49
The ocean returns
and kisses the shore despite
being turned away
haiku 48
Waiting for the moon
to show her beauty once more
Time slows to a halt
haiku 47
The wood’s mud filled paths
Tell tales of thousands of walks
Too many to count
six word story 459
She found freedom under the moonlight.
haiku 46
Sometimes even the
brightest moon fails to lighten
the darkest of hearts
haiku 45
She hides her secrets
like the moon has her dark side
seen only by stars
six word story 458
Kiss me once.
Steal my soul.