A Haiku

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So, I came across a form of Japanese poetry - Haiku. They're very short poems. Which generally follow the 5/7/5 rule. However, many Haikus written in english don't follow it, but maintain the overall feel and brewity. 

Here's a Haiku for the strongest person I've ever met in my life. Like always, I won't share this link.. If you come across this, thank me later. Idk why, I've a gut feeling that you read what I write :)

 

a beautiful shrub

growing from cracks of a wall

tender yet fierce

  

What shall I name this Haiku? It's better I don't name it and limit it's scope.

Till the next time

Yours Truly.

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