As man and woman,
We meet, marry, birth, perish.
someone write this down...
I would rather have
life laden with happiness,
and tears where it counts.
Where it matters not,
the wide array of pigments,
the scattered trousers.
It's not my choice.
If it does displease the masses,
I then become mute.
As man and woman,
We meet, marry, birth, perish.
someone write this down...
This senryu I share,
The compass spins for guidance.
Lets chuckle at woe...
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Author:
Literal Powotato (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Haiku
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