Life blooms at each bend
of life's river as we pass
journeying onward.
Haiku Train
Fog filled forest trail
luring me to walk below
foreign undergrowth.
luring me to walk below
foreign undergrowth.
Raspberry brambles.
Tiny wild hearts at our feet,
strawberry rambles.
Tiny wild hearts at our feet,
strawberry rambles.
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onlyifonly
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And night-time beckons
old beginnings now reborn
vegetarian
old beginnings now reborn
vegetarian
Starting down road to knowledge leads to a view of reality that is bleaker than the warm comfort blanket of ignorance. A road we take with no route back. Where there was something, there is nothing.
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By leporicide
the hares will all die quickly
reborn as fur hats
the hares will all die quickly
reborn as fur hats
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Sweet white winter muffs
warming the tree's wooden hands
nature's gentle care
warming the tree's wooden hands
nature's gentle care
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dimming of his youth:
bright larva to chrysalis -
butterfly awakes
bright larva to chrysalis -
butterfly awakes
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calling him to feed
the strong scent of fresh blood spilt
the shark strikes to kill
the strong scent of fresh blood spilt
the shark strikes to kill
Starting down road to knowledge leads to a view of reality that is bleaker than the warm comfort blanket of ignorance. A road we take with no route back. Where there was something, there is nothing.