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