( Haiku )
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Inclinations

All dream comes to naught
Still I sing at great mountains
Fantasias of faiths


Spinsterhood

Ancient fruitless tree
Time droops on leftover boughs
Such weight in the winds


Morning Poet

Taste of wings smoking
Flighty tangs breathe in coffee
Words land onto page


Fresh Eyes

Rain clings to window
Morning world is washed away
Now garden sparkles


Springtime

We teared love naked
In joy winter cloths broke down
Rains ******* us