Haiku Experiment
A hot sizzle-like encounter,
makes me smile.
Breathing deep pitchers
of air, it will be right
this time, let's see...
Blinding white-light anticipation,
The child I once was, enthralled,
And for what?
At untidy speed,
Rushing like water, I
know it will come to soon.
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