Haikus Written during the Creative Writing Workshop

In the summertime
The dew shines like diamonds
Cast from the heaven.




Minutes pass away,
Bringing closer the date of
My mournful decease.



Women are like fruits:
The sweetest grow on the top,
And can’t be reached by midgets.
February, 2010
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