Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Soulful Haikus
Leisurely, cunningly Flee the bucketing storm the besieged soul.
Invigorated, liberated Yesteryear’s convoluted past a fresh beginning.
Poignant reminiscences Veil underneath the setting sun Silhouetted in the dark.
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