OBLAK V JUTRU / A CLOUD IN THE MORNING

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1

Drevesni listi
se sporazumevajo
s trepetom bilk.

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2

Svetilke noči.
Nobena ni enaka
drugi v temi.

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3

Obrisi hiš
dobivajo barve
v zgodnjem jutru.

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4

Jutro še blešči
in plava po obzorju.
Prekratke so noči.

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5

Vrana zavija
med letom,
kot da ne ve kam.

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6

Oblak v jutru.
Jata prestrašenih ptic.
Vihar se še skriva.

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7

Drevje se ljubi.
Nebo je veter
med vejo in vejo.

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8

Dan je najsvetlejši
zjutraj,
ko je še čist.

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9

Drevje in hiše,
oblaki in nebo in mir.
Vse je prav.

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10

Na zemlji je noč,
ko je jutro še mlado.
Na nebu je dan.

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11

Odsevi sonca
so zjutraj čisto drugačni,
kot zvečer.

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Obrisi oblaka
za vejami.
Kot da je drevo večje.

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Storž na tleh
pestuje
svojo bolečino.

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Nevidne stene
služijo
redu.

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Razmišljanje:
muka.
Molitev: uslišanje.

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Potok je legel
v svojo strugo.
Spet mir.

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Zvoki ptic
od zgoraj.
Bo še kaj padlo dol?

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Poletni mrak.
Silhuete prehajajo
druga v drugo.

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Sence dreves
padajo
v noč.

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Motno nebo
skriva
tisto misel.

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Luči
za velikim borom.
Praznik.

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V dekletu,
oblečenem v črno,
se zrcali noč.

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Stopinje
odzvanjajo v noč.
Resnica

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Vonj
po mladih smrekah
do neba.

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Minljivo,
a nespremenljivo:
zaupanje.

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Potem pa mir,
kot da bo večno
trajal.

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Nikjer ptic.
Pa vse
žvrgoli.

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Mušica
prileti v oko.
Zakrije oblak.

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Mir odzvanja
od nevidnih sten
narave.

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Nobeno drevo
ni samo.
Človek pa.

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Samo jaz
in nebo.
Pa toliko oblakov!

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Mravlja
odkriva naslednji
prostor tišine.

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Trava.
Toliko
skrivnosti!

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Kos poje.
Sploh ne ve,
da ga poslušam.

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Drevo
za drevesom,
Nisem središče.

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Ptica klepeta,
kot da nima
nič povedati.

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Cvetoča hruška.
Taka,
kot vse.

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Ptič.
Obnaša se
kot čebela.

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Sraka.
Bori se s sabo
namesto s tešnostjo.

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Zeleni vrt.
Ponavlja se
stara zgodba.

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Oddih
od misli.
Nastane pesem.

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Jezna raca
dela red
po lepo urejenem vrtu.

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Nebo,
zelenje, jaz.
Čudež

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Razmišljam,
koliko nebov
je za nebom.

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Misel? kot ptič?
pristane
v preprostem.

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1

Vsi živci so napeti,
ko pričakujem
njen prihod.

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2

Cvet čebule
je med sadeži
tako sam!

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3

Smejem se,
ker je ptič
pristal vzvratno.

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4

Mravlja se je zmedla
na mizi - ob njej
vse polno zmedenih ljudi.

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5

Tišina neba
komaj prodre
med hiše in ljudi.

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6

Spomin
se rojeva
iz najine stare poti.

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7

Pijani možgani
mislijo
skozi zastor teških vek.

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8

Če metulj ni lahak,
če ga pogledam
s težo v sebi.

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9

Srečen sem,
ko se razveselim
delčka sebe.

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10

Drevo
se ne zmeni
za svojo senco.

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11

Najin sprehod
je zamenjal
misli in besede.

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12

Ko ne izgovorim besede,
naredim prostor
za novo témo.

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13

Če bi bil ptič,
bi me moj muc
pojedel.

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14

Ko zagledam luno,
se zavem,
da stojim na Zemlji.

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1

Opoldanski oblaki
srečujejo veter.
Odkod ta moč?

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2

Narava.
Sprehod pove več,
kot pogled skozi okno.

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3

Detel na veji.
Vrti se kot misel
in odfrči.

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4

Vrana prileti
z drevesa, se ustraši
in zbeži - sem kriv?

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5

Zamenjam svinčnik
za grafitnega.
Vse brez kemije.

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6

Veter, mraz
in sonce. Termometer
visi postrani.

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7

Pišem haiku.
Najprej veter,
Potem učinek.

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8

Metla, prislonjena
ob vrata,
čaka tako mirno!

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9

Košček neba med
drevesi. Ptiček je na
spodnjem koncu tunela.

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10

V gozdu
se nič ne giblje.
Le zvoki poganjajo vse.

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11

Grd glas
vrane iz drevja.
Onesnaženje?

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12

Ptiček
gleda žalostno
v suh vodnjak.

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13

Dve ptici letita
skupaj. Zakaj ena
zavija stran?

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14

Dva se srečata.
Čuden lesk v očeh.
Pogum in strah.

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15

Pomlad se ne
naveliča poslušati
svojih zvokov.

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16

V najskrivnejšem
kotičku gozda
pleše senca lista ples.

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17

Otroški glas.
Mine nekaj dni.
Ženski glas.

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18

Sonce pusti vetru,
da plava
koderkoli hoče.

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19

Otrok.
Kapljica v večnost.
Starček.

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20

Postave ljudi
strižejo veter,
a on tega ne ve.

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21

Pasji gobec
poliže dlan,
ali ugrizne.

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22

Napetost med
ljudmi. Rani še
zamik glave.

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23

Ograja deli
moje in tvoje.
Čigavo?

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24

Mož in žena.
On nese sebe.
Ona vse.

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25

Dimnik je vroč
poleti in pozimi.
Hiša je topla.

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26

Marjetice
so kot snežinke
v beli travi.

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27

Drevo še ni
ozelenelo. Suhe veje
še niso odpadle.

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28

Barve, obrisi,
veter, misel.
Kaj bi brez sebe?

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29

Tema.
Tiktakanje ure.
Beži čas, ali jaz?

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30

Kakšno je zunaj?
Umolknem.
Povsod je haiku.

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31

Ko zagrmi,
potok
spremeni barvo.

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32

Ko zaprem oči,
ptice
začno peti.

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33

Lajež v tišino.
Spomnim se psa,
ki sem ga imel rad.

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1

The leaves in the wind
understand
the trembling grass

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2

Lights in the night.
None is equal to any other
in the dark.

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3

The outlines of houses
are getting colours
in the early morning.

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4

The morning is already gleaming
and swimming across the horizon.
The nights are too short.

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5

A crow swerves
during its flight as if it
did not know where to go.

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6

A cloud in the morning.
A flock of frightened birds.
The storm in still hiding.

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7

The trees love each other.
The sky is the wind between
one branch and the other.

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8

The day is brightest
in the morning
when it is still clear.

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9

The trees and the houses,
the clouds and the sky and peace.
Everything is right.

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10

There is still darkness on earth
when the morning is young.
But there is daylight in the sky.

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11

The reflections of the sun
are completely different in the morning
than those in the evening.

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The outlines of a cloud
behind branches.
As if the tree is larger.

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A cone on the ground.
nurses
its pain.

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Invisible walls
are in servitude
to order.

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Deliberation:
torment.
Prayer: fulfilment.

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A brook lay down
in its bed.
Peace once again.

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Sounds of birds
from up above.
Will something else fall down?

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Summer dusk.
Silhouettes transcend
into each other.

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Tree shadows
fall
into the night.

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Opaque heavens
hide
that thought.

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Lights
behind a large pine.
A holiday.

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A girl,
clad in black,
mirrors the night.

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Footsteps
resound into the night.
The truth.

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The scent
of young pines
touching the sky.

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Fleeting
yet unchangeable:
trust.

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And then peace,
as if it shall last
forever.

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Not a bird in sight.
And yet there is warbling
everywhere

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A midge
flies into your eye.
Covers the cloud.

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Peace resounds
off invisible walls
of nature.

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No tree
is alone.
Man is.

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Only me
and the heavens.
And so many clouds!

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An ant
discovers the next
place of silence.

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Grass.
So many
secrets!

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A blackbird sings.
It doesn’t even know
that I’m listening.

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A tree
behind a tree.
I am not the centre.

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A bird chatters,
as if it had
nothing to say.

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A pear tree in bloom.
Just like
all the others.

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A bird.
It behaves like
a bee.

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A magpie.
Fights itself
instead of gravity.

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A green garden.
The old story
repeats itself.

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A rest
from thoughts.
A poem emerges.

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An angry duck
is putting things in order
in a well-kept garden.

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The heavens,
greenery, me.
A miracle.

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I am thinking:
how many skies
are there behind the sky?

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A thought? like a bird?
lands
in simplicity.

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1

All my nerves
are stretched
because I am waiting for her.

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2

The flower of the onion
is so lonely
among the fruit.

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3

I am smiling
because a bird
has landed backwards.

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4

An ant got confused
on a table
– a lot of confused people around.

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5

The silence of the sky
hardly penetrates down
among the houses and people.

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6

A memory
is born
out of our old path.

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7

Drunken brains
think
through a curtain of eyelids.

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8

Even a butterfly
is not light if I look at it
through the weight inside me.

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9

I am happy
when I am delighted by
a piece of myself.

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10

A tree
does not mind
its shadow.

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11

Our walk
substituted
our thoughts and words.

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12

Whenever I do not say the word,
I make room
for a new theme.

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13

If I was a bird,
my little cat
would eat me.

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14

When I look at the moon,
I realize
that I am standing on earth.

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1

At noon, the clouds
meet the wind.
Where does the strength come from?

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2

Nature.
A walk tells me more
than a look through the window.

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3

A woodpecker on a branch.
It spins around like a thought
and flies away.

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4

A crow flies down
from a tree, it gets startled
and flees. Am I guilty?

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5

I take a pencil
instead of a pen.
Everything is without chemicals.

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The wind, the cold
and the sun.
The thermometer is askew.

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7

I am writing a haiku.
First there is the wind
then the effect.

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8

A broom, leaning
against the door,
is waiting so calmly!

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9

A piece of the sky among the trees.
A bird is on the lower side
of the tunnel.

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10

Nothing is moving
in the forest. But the sounds
are moving everything.

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11

An ugly sound
from a crow in the trees.
Pollution?

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12

A little bird
is looking sadly
into an empty fountain.

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13

Two birds
are flying together
Why is one of them turning away?

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14

Two people meet.
A strange gleam in their eyes.
Courage and fear.

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15

The spring
never gets tired
of its own sounds.

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16

In the best hidden
place in the forest
a shadow of a leaf performs its dance.

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17

The voice of a child.
A few days pass.
The voice of a woman

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18

The sun lets the wind
swim
whenever it wants.

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19

A child.
A drop into eternity.
An old man.

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20

People’s shapes
are cutting the wind,
but the wind does not know that.

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21

A dog?s mouth
can lick your palm
or it can bite.

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22

Tension between people.
The smallest movement
of the head can hurt.

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23

A fence can divide
mine and yours.
Whose?

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24

A husband and a wife.
He carries himself.
She carries both.

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25

The chimney is hot
in winter and in summer.
The house is always warm.

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26

Daffodils
are like snowflakes
in the white grass.

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27

The tree has not
become green yet.
The dry branches have not fallen off yet.

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28

The colours, the shapes,
the wind, a thought. What would I do
without myself?

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29

Darkness.
Sounds of a clock.
Is time running away, or is it me?

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30

What is it like outside?
I fall silent.
Everywhere is haiku.

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31

When it thunders,
the stream
changes its colour.

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32

When I close my eyes,
the birds
start to sing.

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33

Barking in the darkness.
I remember
my old dead dog.

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