My first attempt at poetry was Haiku. This was my first poem:
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Day turns to nighttime

Man knows not of miracles

Nighttime turns to day
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The following Haiku are correlated with one another. The first was written about a dream I had one night. I did not know what it meant, so I wrote it down. It was not until a few months later that I realized that the dream was prophetic. Only after my dad was diagnosed with cancer did I understand my dream and this first poem. The second is a follow-up to the first. It is my coming to terms with my dad's cancer.
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Bees come through the walls

Is this a plague from God?

It’s overwhelming
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Dreams of the future
Plague is on the mind of man

God is infinite

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The second was my last Haiku.