I’ve always loved
The feeling of falling
But being dragged down
Is different
Feeling unbalanced
Lost
Losing control
As life speeds by
Feeling helpless
To the fates of our world
Uncertainty never seems to stop
Falling
More by Magnus Grace
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Haiku of the yak
Pride of bovine kind
Wanderer of the mountains
None could best a yak
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One Saturday night
On the windowsill
He sat,
Staring at the sky
Writing words
Known only in his head,
Leaning against a reflection
Watching the moon,
Listening to the wind
Drifting through the trees,
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The waterfall of the east
Far to the east
The waterfall flows
A wellspring of life
As everyone knows
Beneath the cliffs
It washes away strife
Bringing to hearts
A joyous light
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