Wicked river.
Same rushing water.
Same curving shore.
Holy mountain.
Devil mountain.
Same green valleys.
Same cloudy peaks.
What we see depends
on what we believe.
What we believe depends
on what rivers we cross,
what mountains we climb.
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Tar 2
Here the fly landed,
All eyes wide, taking a rest,
Then stuck forever
[Disposable Haiku October 5, 2012]
Dr, Mike
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