some simple haiku
Trees swaying in the wind
Falling leaves float to the ground
The air is alive
Why do we all hide
From that which is truly us
We are all special
Earth and water dance
As if lovers at the ball
Nature is romance
Our dreams are stories
Each with its own morale
Stories never die
In the twilight of
Defeat, there can be vic'try
Learn from your mistakes
Can you see my soul?
If you look deep inside me
You will know the truth
We will remember
The things which we love the most
Don't forget yourself
Le petit morte, means
The little death: Orgasm
I like cigarettes
Falling leaves float to the ground
The air is alive
Why do we all hide
From that which is truly us
We are all special
Earth and water dance
As if lovers at the ball
Nature is romance
Our dreams are stories
Each with its own morale
Stories never die
In the twilight of
Defeat, there can be vic'try
Learn from your mistakes
Can you see my soul?
If you look deep inside me
You will know the truth
We will remember
The things which we love the most
Don't forget yourself
Le petit morte, means
The little death: Orgasm
I like cigarettes
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