firm soil: a haiku

about time, leaving, and things that linger.

By Mahoro Published 3 years ago • 1 min read

Source: Kirillov Alexey via Shutterstock

Out my father grew

from grandfather's furrowed plot;

Love tastes of firm soil.

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Writer, college student, overthinker, based in Western Massachussets.

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