Burrowed Light
Haikus on humility, patience, and the unnoticed heroes beneath our feet.
Even in darkness, small deeds shape the world.
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The pale moon rises.
An earthworm's quiet burrow.
Body shuns the light.
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No fancy chorus.
It moves soil with its body.
Without wings for flight.
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It hears loud footsteps.
Life pressing on its soft skin.
Learns not sounds of praise.
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Roots sprout where it treads.
The soil recalls its labour,
But never its name.
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It returns at dawn,
To the dark soil where it thrives
Soil's breath now relaxes.
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About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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