Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #16

Seems like a Shadorma kind of morning! If you’re new to the form, it is a six line poem following the 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable count.
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(1)

evening train
for a little while
it was us
and the sun
and our words briefly touching
through the dark tunnels

(2)

in his bag
buried in a book
about birds
and fairies
a bent origami crane
that would never fly