Jan 2021
Words are all around.
I have picked them from the sky.
Words can never die.
How the words abound.
They have grown upon the tree.
Now my words are me.
I have picked them from the sky.
Words can never die.
How the words abound.
They have grown upon the tree.
Now my words are me.
The Haiku is looking back at you with indifference. It does not care about your self expressive desires, nor does it care about your career as a Haiku artist. It's just there, 5-7-5. Do you have a problem with that it asks?-Billy Collins
Written by
Dusty O Sageman
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