'Don't they land softly?' The bird breathes to plucked feathers, as they float away...
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note for those unfamiliar with haiku form ~ the lines are 5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables ~ loving all the poems in here though, and also love how the themes always bounce around to so many different neat topics.
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
'Hush, hush!' I whispered; 'people can have many cousins and of all sorts, Miss Cathy, without being any the worse for it; only they needn't keep their company, if they be disagreeable and bad. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
