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lunes, enero 03, 2011

Haiku

1.

What melted is ice.
Harsh night wind rattles windows.
A sleeping dog sighs.


2.

Such a long, dark night,
no stars, no moon, too frigid.
I dream willow trees.


3.

A weak morning sun,
pink and almost purple clouds.
Soon alarm will beep.





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