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!