Haiku # 680

Drenched in mist
my heart is a landscape
of eternal longing


Long after we parted
her perfume lingered
on my trembling hand


Moon in the window
the sound of my heart
breaking before dawn


Still caught in my throat
the words I dared not say
at her funeral


Buddhas in the snow…
their bald heads wet
with dreams of summer


Thawing snow…
the Buddha’s head dripping
with dreams of summer


The high mountain…
climbing to a world
of wind and mist


All the women I loved
in my memory they bear
the image of your face


In my secret life
I find her beauty
in everything I see


حتى شعري لا يقوى
على كتابته


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