patiently trees wait
to praise each glor’ous sunrise
poems on paper
Poetry is my aeroplane
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patiently trees wait
to praise each glor’ous sunrise
poems on paper
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Ironic indeed!
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Nature writes up millions of stories each day and, very few notice actually.
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very true Mani.
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Nice! Both the haiku and artwork…
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Nature has its beauty and while it gets lost in mundane routines, it’s captured on papers describing everlasting essence of it. Very well written Haiku.
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Thank you 🙂 I’m glad you liked it and thanks for taking the time to read and comment.
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Indeed ironic. And even more so…since lots of trees end up in paper…on which we write stories. But the most important ones, those of the trees, we tend to forget.
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exactly Patty 🙂
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