Apologies for just hurriedly dropping poems in here; I’ve been mostly on the run lately. But oh well, I guess this rather rushed approach does give poetry the pleasing flavour of an illicit affair.
I’ll admit I’ve been very lazy today though, so here’s another haiku for your perusal:
Rough
Patterns on the wind
Polished against every tree –
Just our palms stay rough.
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