The Poetic Onslaught Pt. 1 - FL Haiku

Part One: Frontline Haiku
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The birds make the sound
winded songs of happiness
its carried to me

The Celestial Skies
shadowing the crowded earth
make rain of beauty

I did poke his head
and I didnt know it was dead
sorry of the mess

whyd the flowers die?
why are the mountains not high?
nothing is the same

I climb the short trees
everyone ignores small ones
but ill never fall

Not one sound was heard
but the night still spoke to me
with unforeseen runes

The Light of the moon
manifesting divine paths
cast before me...death

Resplendent sunlight
Had cured my blighted daydream
i now see freely

Time does not exist
yesterday is tomorrow
flowers do not grow

Ethereal plains
forever in horizon
cant run through them all
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End of Part One