Urinated on dead flowers, and they bloomed.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A haiku poem rooted in the idea of confusion and the stylistic approach of "surrealism".

jazzy sundays on cellular pre-paids, 
bustling metropolis with ice-cream dates.
art galleries with infinite space, 
humanity with one unified race... 
dead flowers, as I urinate.
blossoms, as I celebrate.


Submitted: July 27, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Kutlwano Christian-Tripp Moloi. All rights reserved.

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