Haiku |
Listening to the summer smooth sounds of water over creekside pebbles. |
To Issa -- |
A raindrop long submerged glistens again in the spring tide. |
Falling in the wind -- the water roars rushing the leaves seaward. |
A raindrop hits the pavement smoothing its roughness. |
- Charles Martell |
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