Haiku # 474

This wandering world…
through the parting clouds
the hermit moon

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Dans les plis de sa peau
le grain d’encens brule…
poésie

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Midlife…
deep in the woods
the hermit’s thatch calling

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What have I to offer?—
years of silence,
the face of the moon.

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Between life and death
the falling rain
keeps falling

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My best lines
read by no one…
dust in the wind

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