Clouds fill up the sky Dark, yet refusing to rain The mind feels their weight My second haiku and I think I’m starting to get what really sets them apart. Looking forward to really diving into them. Advertisements
The flowers need rain
The Sun shows no mercy
The flowers whither
Death penalty always has been a stopgap solution. Even today, debates are more concerned with its morality than its effectiveness.
The lone man walks like he carries within
Nothing less than the weight of the world
Trembling with fear, they kneel before it
That thought of infinite names and forms
Come close and I’ll tell you this story I know
Of an artist and a thing of infinite beauty she wrought
Here’s what came of my musings on identity and our struggle with it. It also serves as the heart for an experiment with rhyme schemes.