What I know is not what I think I know. What I know is a secret I am told. That the secret is in a language I do not understand is not as sad as it might seem. For if the language was one I understood, there would be no need for words like these. And poems would not fall from trees.
The End of Me
cherry blossoms
will be the end of me
the beginning too
Recently Banned Literature, March 23, 2017
Categories: Everything and Nothing, Recently Banned Literature
Tags: Birth, Cherry Blossoms, Death, Haiku, Knowledge, Language, Poems, Poetry
