The Old Masters Poem by DM W

The Old Masters



O the old masters composed Haikus of the seasons.
I think of them, as most humble, patient and wise.
I think of them, when I'm attempting to condense
My endless flow of thoughts, into a few brief words.

Friday, October 11, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: poets
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