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On the hydrangeas
the weight of the morning sun
the evening sun
---Otsuyu
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2 comments:
This is a fascinating tanka. Makes me think of love in general, and of summer.
Yes I love the idea of summer but in really, summer in New York is HHH
Thanks for read my Haiku.
Melanie
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