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night prowl —
light hail brushes my face
its gentle sound
(Hermitage) |
morning sun
colours last night's frost
a magpie on the ditch
(Hermitage) |

ascending through the pines
the sound of laughter
ever fainter
(Hermitage)

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north wind —
hazelnuts roasting
on a peat fire
(Letni Casi) |
broken window
a cobweb trembles
in the cold draft
(Haiku World) |
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