haiku

Polemic poetry and what i call, American Haiku 1 Minute

where i was at we all went to be with Him, some trees sprouted flowers like eternal spring

some wilted and fell out..as if it was an eternal tundra..

the time was put upon by each indidvidual being and what cross they carried, magnified..

Published by John O Sanford

Trying to stay awake and creating . not robotically disabled..

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