Haiku

Dry and dusty wings
Flitting about, annoying…
Destined for the Swat.
 
Moths, men, similar:
Impossible to avoid.
And they persevere.
 
woman is flighty
like a feather in the wind
(stealing from Verdi)

ETA: ~ chi su quel seno, non liba amore! ~
 
Grey day. Weighty mind.
Life's sameness grinding slowly.
Ennui? Or routine?
 
Men say more, swear more,
Much in proof and in their vows
But little in love
(stealing from the bard)
 
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