Paul Illia Boronka


Sunday, 28 December 2014

Pomme











APPLE
Apple is an apple and sighs.
Apple would like to become a man.
Things do not start off well.
Apple falls on his nose.
Apple rolls, he would like to walk.
Apple rolls, he would like to fly.
Apple rolls, he would like to swim ...
To be something else ... differently ...
In the end, Apple will choose to be an apple ... just an apple.

-Inspired by haikus written in Quebec and in France.

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