Haikus

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Flashing lights point right
Builders high in bright vests
Traffic cones line the way

Wind flows and dust rises
Birds bathe in the hazy late sun
Afternoon divine

You dare question me
When you only see the mask
The facade of me

Vast blue overtakes
Eagles soar, searching for prey
Sharp eyes surveying

If I could relive
All the time we had together
I would be content

Light shines through woodlands
Leaves scattered in vast array 
Hedgehogs scampering

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