My duties boarded
a late train bound nowhere, that
burns hours like hot coal.
By day, I'm a PhD student, by night.... I'm still a PhD student, but sometimes I procrastinate by writing on Vocal. Based in Brisbane, Australia.
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Nicely done 😍
Love this. Very relatable. Love the title.
Excellent!let Burn hours😀
Loved the title, and the content is vivid and very very relatable. lol
Departing soon... and never reaching its destination. Related all too much to this haiku, looking forward to more!
Great imagery here, well done!
Great use of train as a metaphor for time and procrastinating as bound for nowhere! That was cool!
I've boarded the same train, lol! Really loved the 'hot coal' in the last line :) Wonderful!
I felt this. Resonate with this so much. Well done!
I like the environmental element you wove in here. Lots of meaning entwined in those syllables.
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