A long, long time ago, I used to write more. Poems - generally, badly written ones - were my thing. I think I'd like to maybe get back to that again. In the meantime, here's some haikus:
These haikus of mine,
Like rivers, they ebb and flow
Written over time.
The thing that is best
And the heart's true desire
Are never the same.
As the last leaf falls,
The sun pays attention and
The giving tree grows.
I could write more poems
Of grander size, theme and scope.
But who has the time?
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