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Fractal Haiku: Frozen Cygnets by BionicAlly

Frozen in an hour 
Elphin  and at the Out Port, 
Nicely in their hands:

Cygnets – couple  
Of the seasonal flowers 
I yearn – too much love 

Dance with the sunshine 
And on beyond the sea and 
Of the snow as well 

Thoughlit  an inch out 
It is now's beauty inside 
An old man's named bed. 

By his chest an arm 
With the ball of his son, whom 
The Monday bell peal clanged 

Midnight  at the end 
Roads are your way to get to 
The next step-helped hours 

Colours will look like a 
Looking-forwards form of all 
Opportunity

Within the first twelve 
Of his lifetime interests, 
I am aloneness;

And could I but tell 
You that you can do the same 
I yearn to believe 

Without the grace that 
You inside me know I love 
You will not want me. 

© BionicAlly, 2019

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