There’s a page titled “Haikus” in my notes that I haven’t read since the end of June 2020, at least a year before I started writing haikus. Had I bothered to reread it, I probably would’ve churned out more poetic things in 17 syllables on this site, but it’s nice to take things slow.
Ai, or the Thing My Eyes See/What I Call Love
いつも「アイ」
ひとりぼっち「アイ」
私「アイ」
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Itsumo “ai”
Hitoribocchi “ai”
Watashi “ai”
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It is always “I”
Looking at lonely me, “eye”
“Love,” all that is I
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Dearest Reverie 