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Tag: haiku, poetry

before the gate –my walking stick’s made a riverof melting snow

But for their cries,The herons would be lostAmidst the morning snow.

Come windless invaderI am a carnival ofStars, a poem of blood.

Winter solitude-in a world of one colourthe sound of the wind.

before the gate –my walking stick’s made a riverof melting snow

But for their cries,The herons would be lostAmidst the morning snow.

Come windless invaderI am a carnival ofStars, a poem of blood.

Winter solitude-in a world of one colourthe sound of the wind.