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Strawberry Picking
The melting rays a'trickle down my hair
a cool wind rushes up my knees
smells of sweet and tart; they infuse the air,
about a berry of wond'rous make
colored by the hues of a warm sunset
flavored by the breath of a frozen lake.
3 comments:
Moonlight slants through
The vast bamboo grove:
A cuckoo cries
Matsuo Basho
Not one traveller
braves this road -
autumn night
Matsuo Basho
:-) Like your style in writing...
superb language yar...keep it up...i liked it..v much
Vatsa/Laloo
mmmm...
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