Storm

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(Image taken from Goole)


Words through my verse
storming into the world
searching for identity!

Comments

Vinay Leo R. said…
That's quite true.. storm of words do search for meaning and identity... nicely said.

Pt, a haiku has a maximum of seventeen syllables (pronunciation sounds), and this exceeds that. goes 5-8-8 to a total of 21 :) please correct. for e.g. the word identity has 4 syllables because we pronounce it as i-den-ti-ty
December 5, 2012 at 9:12 PM
PT said…
made little corrections...is it O.K now?
December 6, 2012 at 12:28 PM
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