Haiku 2

Empty sky
On a late spring day—
Windrow swallows wandering.

The moss on the wall
Dripping away
The cloudless sky.

An ant
Is carrying away
The tediousness of noon.

Every moment
Is like a lazy wave
In the sea of no return.

Empty room
In a forest clearing—
The sound of a distant bird.

Twisted vine
Venturing into the unknown—
Hoping for support.

The receding tide
Leaves the surrounding sand
Soaked with happiness.

Sweaty hands on the floor—
Yawning like a waking dog
In the morning splendor.

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