FERTILE HAIKUS

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The dark pane obstructs
the sky whose clearness drips through
crooked crevices.

We saw the first rain
drop. We all saw it at last;
we all jumped for joy.

Two bowls of water
on water begging wind please
pour me my father.

The last line of rain
breaks falls on leaf growing to
meet it halfway there.

Thanks For Reading!

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