pen and ink
all I want to do
write the haiku
spring is in the air
all I want to do
write the haiku
fresh grass
are becoming popular
poetry assemblies
quiet April night
soaring through sky
the crescent
conch shell
I still feel there
smell of sea
all I want to do
write the haiku
spring is in the air
all I want to do
write the haiku
fresh grass
are becoming popular
poetry assemblies
quiet April night
soaring through sky
the crescent
conch shell
I still feel there
smell of sea
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