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.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Death haiku
White virginal snow falls so slow and steadily death is so hurried
5 comments:
Very true! Good haiku!!
amazing
Thanks Pat and Manoj.
Actually I got to know abt haiku after I heard it being mentioned in some movie. Thanks for visiting and hope things are stable, if not alright now...
Welcome grey! Keep coming!
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