Some Haikus

by Marjan   Sep 10, 2007

At the burning noon
At each small glimpse of the sun,
shadows melt away.


The wrinkled peasant
By the never-ending road
Was a sign of life.


Seconds seem much like
Gigantic still slow steel hours
When away from you.


With his fishing net
The fisherman with his heart
In her fishing net


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