Each of the following is a Haiku unto itself.
To my yesterday
You will never be today
So why do you try?
How I do love thee
My beautiful sycamore
I can count on you
Six years seems longer
When words have not been exchanged
Know that I love you
In the morning sun
the trees cast oblong shadows
on the path I walk.
She hates poetry.
with those words, my soul is crushed
We are Friends no More.
(this one is about my best friend who told me she hated poetry, so I wrote her a poem about it)
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