Whereforth are the leaves,
The footprints of fall,
Littered in my soul,
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A tribute to Alan and his beautiful haikus! Your lines never stop to charm.
You see, its fall and the pavement is clean when the girl goes out to sweep, a very wierd phenomenon.
I like this one.
Someone help me with the naming, or tell me if its alright! Thanks-O!
Gah and painting poem sounds wierd.
I realised that picture-poem, painting-poem all go with ‘P’s, how cool!