It's been decades since I last wrote poetry. But in a recent flash of inspiration, I found myself brain-dumping a few haikus.
Tell me Spring is here.
Spring feels good only to me.
Selfish, wretched me!
Dawn is a temptress,
ever a day behind Dusk.
Time's merciless prank.
Words you long to hear.
The sooner you end the wait,
they come and you go.
Please pay me no mind
if the lamb becomes a ram.
Bad habit be gone!
Dandelion, dance!
Be free as the wind; goodbye.
Set me free as well.
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