the art of haiku

...matters of theart

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wet eyes

peer over a white mask ...

the shadows

of mushroom clouds,

shrouding the sun


cherry blossom

petals falling on

the graves

of tsunami victims ...

drenched with tears


invisible clouds

darken the night sky ...

glowing hands

on my father's watch

show almost midnight



through the valley...

red winds,

fanning the shadows

of withered flowers