I met a man like moonflower... The air was filled with his vintage aroma But the petals bloomed fresh.... I looked at him in an awe. As I had a history of meeting sunflowers... I told him with a smile... I had never seen one like him before. There were questions in my head for his town's soil With some painful happiness in his eyes... A satisfaction in his heart... and a smile on his lips... He said," We grew like wild vines... My gardener forgot my location..." Through his hazel eyes...I saw his seed soul... standing all strong... "How you turned out so well then?" I asked him. "I didn't have the sun, but the moon never left me alone..."
The wind had begun to whisper... As I saw his white petals bloom under the moonlight.
In the morning, As I wake up , My bones creak, I grapple for my ears from the drawers, My teeth from a dainty cup, My eyes lying beside me, I grin and say I am blessed, I am still young at heart, Go baby go. 19/2/2025
"This isn't a book, Liana" "Things are as they seem" "This isn't science fiction" "This isn't a dream" My friend tells me Blames it on how many books I read
"Prove it" I say
She can't...
Let me talk about how we could all be in a sophisticated virtual reality machine please!
(This note was written by a trash can that no one thought to look in. They thought it was just full of trash. It was filled with answers to big questions, and a whole lot of cash.)
~ Haiku ~ An unrhymed verse form of Japanese origin having in English three lines containing usually five, seven, and five syllables respectively ~ The word Haiku comes from the Japanese words hai (amusement) and ku (verse). It is a shortened version of the phrase haikai no ku, which translates to "light verse". ~