Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Haiku




Sometimes the apple

Forgets the tree it fell from

Rotting on the ground



Sometimes the apple

Cannot remember the tree

From which it has fell



Sometimes the apple

Remembers the mother tree

Bringing forth sweet fruit



Sometimes the apple

Forgets it is an apple

Spoils the barrel
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