A Self Reflection

A Haiku

By C C FarleyPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

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In my mirror's eyes,

sign's of time's impartial march.

Dwindling Days to learn.

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C C Farley

I love to write fiction, nonfiction and poetry. My short films have been screened at the Commffest Community Festival in Toronto. A 2025 graduate of the SFU Writer's Studio, I just completed a thriller novel.

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