They were large fallen leaves
Trampled to powder on the path
Compost for spring grass
This reminded me of “eternal recurrence,” like Cloud Atlas.
Thank you for reading my haiku poem. I think you deeply captured what I wanted to say.
Cool!
Almost like life in death.
Yes. I sometimes think all things in nature go on existing forever by changing forms.
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This reminded me of “eternal recurrence,” like Cloud Atlas.
Thank you for reading my haiku poem. I think you deeply captured what I wanted to say.
Cool!
Almost like life in death.
Yes. I sometimes think all things in nature go on existing forever by changing forms.