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miércoles, agosto 25, 2010

Windy Night Haiku

1.
This wind shakes the trees,
Slides the moon across the night.
Dawn is far away.

2.
What kind of bright night
has such a serrated wind?
Golden rod bows low.

3.
Birds stay in their nests
and watch the wind run and hide.
Their long flight approaches.

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