Turning tides

A single stone rightly aimed

is stronger than heavy armor in battle

turning the tides with precision.

oooOOOooo

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Oh what a tease you’re

going back and forth as though you’ve

no aim, mischievous as ever.

oooOOOooo

Wash over my soul, cleanse

me from within. Wash over my body

rid me of his stench.


 

 

Written for TJ Paris haiku challenge – tide.

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