
I jump up and I can fly, suddenly, on the ground now
The hills speak, actually, they're singing a song for me
Then ringing, The vividness dies, Search memory, But little stays
About the Creator
Some Guy
I kinda suck at writing but I enjoy it
Anyway, here's a dumb little haiku:
The gunslinger draws
His opponent does the same
oh dear, they both died




Comments (1)
Love the move from singing to ringing! And thank you for introducing me to Sijo poetry.