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a twisp of cloud approaches the silver face of a watching moon
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waiting patiently she’ll strike without mercy and gift the world with rain
routine comotion progresses through the forest as raindrops enter
eager to collect the precious water, some will go unprotected
You know, I want to write haikus.
Okay, I will get back to you on that.
Very rhythmic guys.
I came here for the cotton twisp moment and got more.
I havn’t written in any form since umm, well a while ago. Hmm.
Think I will try that.
Kim
its an odd feeling always counting syllables in everyday-life
and surprising that things work out so well in five and seven meter
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September 17, 2006 at 6:00 am
waiting patiently
she’ll strike without mercy and
gift the world with rain
September 18, 2006 at 12:30 am
routine comotion
progresses through the forest
as raindrops enter
September 18, 2006 at 1:03 am
eager to collect
the precious water, some will
go unprotected
September 27, 2006 at 8:07 pm
You know, I want to write haikus.
Okay, I will get back to you on that.
Very rhythmic guys.
I came here for the cotton twisp moment and got more.
I havn’t written in any form since umm, well a while ago. Hmm.
Think I will try that.
Kim
September 28, 2006 at 6:11 pm
its an odd feeling
always counting syllables
in everyday-life
and surprising that
things work out so well in five
and seven meter