Words haiku
1
And the words move slow
Can I finish it in time ?
G-mail doesn't care.
2
And the words moved slow
Will they disappear in mist
Quick! before they escape
3
And the words moved slow
Patience indeed a virtue
Creating poem takes time
Night
Harbinger of night
Darkness comes creeping softly
Rosy red sunset
Motherhood
when my mother died
I wanted to join her too
I am mother now
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