The winter is still.
Spring blooms and the summer flows.
I fade into fall.
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Look how tiny this is! That's cause it's a Haiku, and Haiku are just awesome like that. I dunno, I've never really written any poetry that has to follow rules, so this is pretty new to me. It feels restrictive, but ironically, quite freeing. I think there must be something empowering about saying so much with so little. As you can tell by this paragraph, that dosen't happen very often with me.
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"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."