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Clods of soil in tight fists held
Up there, clouds frittered
Yet, worms lick on, hope alive
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We are at this moment, fellow pilgrim, treading on the boulders of this hill upon weathered rocks and rotting roots to smell a whiff of nature’s scent or to spot footprints on molten lava.
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7 comments:
Fantastic haiku! Hope alive!
And you know that you will say? "We live in hope!". Thanks a lot, Koko.
Yes, let them thrive. Thanks for your echo. Welcome to the hills, pilgrim.
Thank you so much. Your echo reverberates well.
Reminds me of a proverb I learnt while I was a small boy: " One man's meat is another man's poison". Thanks for your echo.
Thanks a lot. Matter of fact, I hadn't written a haiku before. Thank you so much for that insight. That is an echo-istic comment! I am humbled and here to grow.
Thank you so much for the echo. The hills are in agreement too.
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