Playing with Haikus
The 5. 7. 5 pattern
Crisp, white crystals, crunch
underfoot, on frosty grass
sunrise , orange glowHow much did you say
is it worth all that money
Rather not thank you
I'm rich beyond words,
I want for nothing at all,
My treasure house full
But take them away
Leave me stripped of my treasures
What would I live for?
Loneliness, the germ
the monster, invades the mind,
turns living to ash.
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