I did this a while ago, but I found some haikus I wrote over 2 years ago. They're actually decent, considering how my writing style has evolved over the past couple of years. But I am posting them here because, as with the last time, I don't think they're very substantial.

The moors call her home,
Forever the love and bane
Of her existence.

Doomed to apathy,
To solitary travel,
His is a bleak life.

Doors swing, the bells ring
The women all gossip here,
Curlers in their hair.

Moonbeams fall across
The unoccupied bed from
The open window.

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