Five Haiku

 The wind 
Undecided 
Rolls a cigarette of air 

The mute girl talks: 
It is art's imperfection.
 
This impenetrable speech.
 

The motor car is truly launched: 
Four martyrs' heads 
Roll under the wheels.
 

Ah! a thousand flames, a fire, 
The light, a shadow! 
The sun is following me.
 

A feather gives to a hat 
A touch of lightness: 
The chimney smokes.

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