Tall Swaying Coconut Palms
Broken Lonely Heart
PS: This is my first attempt at Haiku, a style I have consciously kept myself away from as I felt that I could never do justice to it. If there are any mistakes, please do point out, Iâ€™d love to learn but please be a little kind 😛
This is in response to the WriteTribe Prompt also linking this to the UBC Day 12.
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Writing to me is therapy, it frightens and comforts at the same time. Liberates like nothing else. A book in my own name is a dream, but a bigger dream would be to write something that haunts the reader even after the last page is turned and the book is shut. I enjoy reading and music, spending time with family whilst battling my social awkwardness.