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Reedited, 2.)  01.02.2023 [10:02]; 1. ) 01.02.2023:

2.)

I reedited the following verses. From this:

"huddled together
leaves,
on a heap"

to..

"huddled together,
leaves—
on a heap"

from this:

"Is she the golden
foliage of.." (forgotten original

format)

to..

"is she the golden
foliage of tree delight—
shining sun—rays
bravura so right—"

from this:

"crashing blue waves
here to ponder
the beach is soggy
English channel there"

to..

"crashing blue waves
here—to ponder
the beach is soggy—
English channel, there"

from this:

"hoping that she
never leaves

someone to keep"

to..

"hoping that she
never leaves

(someone to keep)"

from this:

"especially that time when
their true hearts
evoking winter"

to..

"especially that time when
their true hearts..{meet}
evoking winter"

from this:

"we often view clouds
like song meanings
hardly we could ever remember"

to..

"we often view clouds
like song meanings—
hardly we could ever remember"

1.)

I added the following hashtags to the already entered ones:

bird song, birdsong, bird vocalization, bird songs, bird calls, birding, oscen, Oscines, Passeri, Passeriformes, song-sharing hypothesis, thing theory, Ecology, stratagem, strategy, strategic,

A "haiku" that emerged from this unholy time of day (wee hours) which must be a direct result of an experience or, maybe, just another well-constructed, affected poem to depict or evoke something that is yet to be discovered or untangled (all according to time).  It could be a philosophically directed theme since it is using vague references (my unusual metaphors) despite the use of ordinary language.

This is just a first ever attempt at composing a "haiku" (a Japanese poem/poetic style or form, described as traditionally evoking nature—according to my mobile device's built-in definition).  It is, in fact, my first ever haiku this year (the year 2019).  The poem was meant to be an affected poem, since it was originally done with little clue about the Japanese mindset & was considered to be a practice poem batched with another similar poem (my first ever "tanka" composition: Trees In The Green).  The motivation for it was neither considered meaningful nor entirely meaningless, also (to be quite descriptive about its neutralist view of the whole process).  Not meaningful in that the metaphor might not really consist a significant/insignificant part among the majority of my entry posts; but just by virtue of, admittedly, trying to make this type of a poem for its objective praxis.  Therefore my compositional skills is on its experimental stages.  Please kindly bear with me.