Mesostics, haikus
random nothings
poetry like a bushman's fire
is a matter of chance
a mountain stream
that gushes down
and suddenly vanishes
a lone cloud
drifting across
a summer sky
vaporises
a bland cup of tea
and a potful
of sugar free memories.
random nothings
poetry like a bushman's fire
is a matter of chance
a mountain stream
that gushes down
and suddenly vanishes
a lone cloud
drifting across
a summer sky
vaporises
a bland cup of tea
and a potful
of sugar free memories.
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