a little rain
on a little slope
races seaward
the world blurs,
my brain strains to track
its motion
in stillness
one loses the world’s
steady spin
i throw myself
to silly dance — joyous
that i can
the perched raven
still swivels its eye
in stone mode

Oh this is beautiful. I love the haiku poetry form
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Thank you very much
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You’re welcome
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Beautiful 💕
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