Haiku # 51

Still, the flower blooms
whispering in the wind’s heart
the scent of silence.

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Calendar’s markings,
days past and days to come, all
blowing with the wind.

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Piercing city walls –
the crickets’ lulling song,
the soft basil scent.

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Soft murmurs of dusk
stroking the garden’s stillness,
in the sky, the moon.

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Over the far hills,
from between the clouds, the moon,
pouring her white waves.

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