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After the rain
Humid air drifts through the streets
Carrying the scent of damp leaves
The birds sing songs of joy
While gathering food for their young
Flowers begin to sprout among the grass and moss -
Haiku of the yak
Pride of bovine kind
Wanderer of the mountains
None could best a yak
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One Saturday Night
On the windowsill
He sat,
Staring at the sky,
Writing words
Known only in his head,
Leaning against a reflection,
Watching the moon,
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The waterfall of the east
Far to the east
The waterfall flows
A wellspring of life
As everyone knows
Beneath the cliffs
It washes away strife
Bringing to hearts
A joyous light
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A tribute to my favorite poem
Based on the poem "This is just to say" by William Carlos Williams.
I have drunk
the tea
that was on
the counter
and which
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Falling
I’ve always loved
The feeling of falling
But being dragged down
Is different
Feeling unbalanced
Lost
Losing control
As life speeds by
Feeling helpless
Loves
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Butterfly Glitter
The sun's glitter and
soft kisses from butterflies;
My heart fluttering.
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Where I Find You
You are everywhere,
A light path through the forest of
Light pink cherry blossoms in spring.
Petals flutter gently through the air,
Soft as snowflakes, a cascade of petals.
You are everywhere, -
learned defeat
sewing soft stitches in unnerved unsteady lines
still new at old practices, still young as the thread winds
around a needle’s head, through the almost-fabric like
skin.
