Haiku # 680

Drenched in mist
my heart is a landscape
of eternal longing

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Long after we parted
her perfume lingered
on my trembling hand

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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