And here find ourselves
Contemplating once again
The art of poems
Short lines do connect
The begining to the end
Just for the reader
A king sits on high
Watching down upon the world
He once created
A drunk speaks aloud
Though now care to listen to
The story he tells
We find ourselves here
Beneath life's own waterfall
Speaking metaphors
With great care and thought
The craft is undertaken
To write out a toast
We all see beauty
Embrace the artist within
Free that unspoken
Now I bring you here
Beneath Haiku waterfall
Counting syllables
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