Entry 133 — Somewhat Awake Again, I Think
I simply disconnected from my blog–just didn’t think of it for about a week until a day or two ago. Then last night for some reason I started thinking about haiku and came up with the following poems that I thought worth making this entry for:
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. early April night:
. barely a single haiku
. of moonlight in it
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. the street’s cherry blooms,
. dazzling, yet almost grey
. besides the haiku’s
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