That made me a ghost
When I stopped to contemplate
its a fast world...
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That made me a ghost
When I stopped to contemplate
its a fast world...
it is a fast world,
voraciously consuming
the time of our lives
The time of our lives,
when we had,
ohh the Good Old Days...
ohh the Good Old Days...
when orange rooms breathed haiku
you could almost touch
btw...Hi Virgil. :wave:
I just want to chime in that's some darn good haiku you got there, Reis!
You could almost touch,
in the bright mathematical light,
the dust of time
Hi reisa,
i copied all the haiku's and see it comes up like this :---
That made me a ghost
When I stopped to contemplate
its a fast world...
it is a fast world,
voraciously consuming
the time of our lives
The time of our lives,
when we had,
ohh the Good Old Days...
ohh the Good Old Days...
when orange rooms breathed haiku
you could almost touch
You could almost touch,
in the bright mathematical light,
the dust of time
Hey, Dry Snail!! That's cool!
thanks, jt. :D
The dust of time
coats thick, hiding kohl-lined eyes
in golden faces
Hi Riesa!!
In golden faces
Are the jewels of envy.
Kings desire empires.
Kings desire empires
Slaves desire only freedom,
And then some empires
and then some empires
fall when they should have risen,
prey to rising ones
Prey to rising ones
Clawing, gasping out their breath.
Mere marks on the wall.
Mere marks on the wall,
only ruins of my love,
Will you grow mosses atleast?
Will you grow mosses?
I hear that they shall scream
when chopped from the earth.
When chopped from the earth,
Maimed and grave, disproportioned.
Metamorphosis.