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A new day a new haiku
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As life twists and flows Wends and bends its way downstream Who holds the tiller?
How do such spiky Sharp spines transform into soft Silky thistle down
Now I’ve gone to seed Another invasive weed Scattered on the breeze
Weeds are just flowers That are still looking out for The right place to grow
Thistle faries float Wherever the wind takes them I wish to be wild
Musky thistledown Tumbles through rusty tangles To escape Goldfinch
Plush purple prickles Polarising poison spikes Push people apart