Some of the best lines
get written down, get wrinkled
up, and thrown away...
a very nice haiku have you read my Tanka style the origin of haiku Fishing the Izu-Ogasawara (tanka style)
Poetry or poems are like a flocks of birds They chirp to sing a song They flutter wings to utter some words They fledge dreams to soar in azure And those who likes them cage them in the nest of heart.. To hear the song again To find the depth of words To make life beautiful.. I like this poem, , ,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed, I have often done just this. It is wrong, but alas, it is a dirty habit. Beautiful writing.