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I miss winter
Those marvelous late icy night street
Listening to the sound of sleet
Landing gently between your steps,
On your feet
& upon the heart beat!
If you were the night,
Than I'd like to find me lost!
17:32 p.m. words!
There's left no any feeling in the Neighbour park
As my heart is chafed enough to throw Spark
My heart is neither elastic nor fantastic
But for now I desire
If only I were in Atlantic!
  Jul 2020 Spriha Kant
Arthur Blank
Wind carry softly
With ancient melody this
Seed of rosy love
A Haiku.
  Jul 2020 Spriha Kant
Arthur Blank
To the humble ant,
A blade of grass is a tree,
In a vast forest.
A Haiku.
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