Poetry Bastards of the Unwashed Village
Thursday, 20 November 2014
Haiku
do not constrain me,
with your arbitrary rules,
freeform is better
forego the cow meat
It is full of nasty things
eat the tasty fish
wind blowing softly,
stars bleeding through atmosphere,
moonlight dapples earth
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