white flakes, motionless
blue erring realities
nightly melodies

 

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Published by Dag Travner

born and grew up in Klagenfurt (Austria), was living for over 30 years in Vienna, now back to her hometown in the very south of Austria near the border to Italy and Slovenia; multilingual freelance writer of fiction (mystery, crime, horror), essays (arts, philosophy, linguistics, politics), articles (cultural journalism), translator (french philosophy), indie film-maker and podcaster.

3 thoughts on “Haiku: Motionless”

    1. the sounds (and thoughts) of the night can be haunting sometimes – and it‘s always good to keep in mind that the sun will be rising again and bring back all the bright light of the day and the love for life…

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