Oh, to have the heart of an oak,With the hope of one hundred thousand sunsets in its sap;To feel each blazing day, a blinkAnd each clouded horizon, a sigh; Deaf to the howls of that which passes, Tied fast to life, stretched up towards joy.
Monday Morning Haiku
From my desk I see A plastic piece of sky is Tangled in the tree. Blue bag on a branch: Bright emblem of convenience And eternal chaff.
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