RT 3
1
Our souls' contents
Stored in the brain or the heart
Or just unfettered
2
Only half of me was born,
The other half I was born to find..
3
Im the living dead
I only exist for you
End my suffer
4
I woke up in a dream
But the dream was a memory
5
Got a weekend to spend
But I'm a stranger to relaxation
6
I cant rememeber the poem
That pierced through my heart
It was the saddest I heard
Of all truths ever spoken
It left a scar in me
A wound that doesn't heal
But the words are forgotten
So is a big part of me
7
To read a poem
Is to see light where there is darkness
Is to hear silence where there is noise
Is to dance where there is no music
Is to sing where the only instrument is words
And is stirring, impassioned pauses
8
How do you measure beauty
Is it the reflection
Is it the search for meaning, the quest to make sense of it all
The point of everything
No beauty has more impact
Than a soul that sings
9
Blank are the pages
The world and more exist there
But my pen runs dry
10
I exaggerate
There is a lie in my truth
Look! My soul is blue
- HAI(NA)KU by AA Patawaran
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