Today, for Day 26, I give you a haibun, an interesting mix of prose poetry and haiku.
A dusty road, down from the mountains, leaving the snow-capped peaks behind. Tired footsteps, echoing loss and regret. A lowered head, a soft sigh, aching muscles, but he walks onward. The sun sets against the horizon, but he walks onward.
a thousand steps will
not be enough penitence
In the shelter of the forest, he rests; no village can bear his name or deeds. He sleeps on prayers and whispers of forgiveness he didn’t deserve. Faces haunt his dreams, and memories his waking hours. With the dawn he walks onward.
wind settles within
the trees—to tell his story
Time writes the ending
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