Haiku # 688

This life is a journey
with footsteps lost
in winter snow

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Winter night
with the fire of a book
I warm my heart

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Like rivers in the night
his words travel
the curves of her skin

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حبرُ كلِماتي
بذورٌ أزرعها
في تربةِ بشرتها

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الشمسُ على بشَرِتِكِ
في فَمي تذوبْ
كخَمرٍ عُمرُهُ ألفَ عامْ

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Like snow unmarred
the poem
I do not dare to write

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Heavy rain…
my heart is just a window
on a sunlit plane