Death is always fair
whoever and wherever
you are it swallows
you up, spore by spore until
there is nothing left to spawn.
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And my submission for Heeding Haiku
The scent of plum heeds
my fingertips-a twig snapped-
a caress stolen.
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we had to rewrite this poem by Chiyo-Ni
the flowering branch of the plum
gives its scent
to him who broke it off
mindlovemisery 
I love your haiku!
Awww thank you =)
Since this post is teeny, I think you should write me a birthday poem … an extra poem — not to be confused with the poem you’ll post in 11 1/2 hours. 😉
lol it is small today I have been pretty stressed
Was it your birthday and I did not get the hint yesterday?
Ah makes me sigh to read this beautiful haiku..just stunning, Yves!
Awww thank you
Death is just a different ‘life’ – so some say.
But the ones left behind have to deal with the ‘holes’.
I went with humor for this prompt:
‘b’ or not
I have had the same thought Jules