A purple angel
comes to stay;
she smiles,
I smile,
The sun stirs.... and grins.
comes to stay;
she smiles,
I smile,
The sun stirs.... and grins.
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The patterns of our memory are shaped by vivid moments which we can recall like photographs even though the surrounding events are lost to us. Photographs trap moments of time and in a different way so do haiku. Both can be distillations of truth;both fascinate me.
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Where is this dangling damsel fly
with modern face
and stylish attire
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