Old School Shorts (Haiku) Poem by Ludovik Celaj
Old School Shorts (Haiku)
Chicken stew became;
my head after i met you,
i still smell it some.
Withdrawing from them
who kept growing in number
formed a new world.
Racism it's a'chaos,
among the people profiles,
showing dislikeness.
Human mind expands,
beyond any universal width,
thinking to digest.
Finding loved ones
it's lifes greatiest things
wanting to come true
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