Haiku # 711

Cruising into old age,
reading books
and writing poetry.

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With one foot in the grave
she sits smiling at me…
my mother

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هذا المطر
في عتمةِ الليل عاشِقَين
يُقَبِلان بَعضَهُما

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This rain…
in the dark night two lovers
passionately kissing

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كقمرٍ في الماء
ترتَجِف
وأنا أُقَبِلُها

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Senryu # 122

The boundless night…
uprooted stars
dewing without a sigh

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Holding up her skirt
and laughing…
flower in the rain

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No more words,
all my ink melted
to course her red lips.

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Her perfumed gown
dropped with a sigh,
in the moonlight
a white flower.

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Radiant fragrance…
jasmine flowers at dusk
drinking the moonlight

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Summer rain
and a kiss blooming
like fire in the sky

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Through the forest trees
the twilight sun burning,
in the air the moon

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Moment of clarity,
in the air
the moon’s fragrant hum