Five Seven FiveThe haiku, simple

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The haiku, simple
Five then seven and then five
It has a nice flow

Once you get going
They flow with relative ease
And become common

They have a purpose
Intended as a snapshot
Describing the now

While I'm writing these
I remember the moment
Of my poetry

Sitting and writing
First rhyme before the meter
Musical rhythm

Almost like lyrics
In my head they were for songs
Of melodies past

Creating my own
Composing for my music
Words that echoed me

Rhyme became easy
The meter felt natural
Out loud in my head

The moment ended
Memories fade once again
Taste of nostalgia