rainy night
i ruffle through
the old letters
as he works
the piano tuner talks
about weather
haiku beauty
nature picks a rose
to decorate its vase
haiku beauty
nature picks too to ink
its reflective moment
the whirring sound and
two hundred years come down
in a log
the bunch of bananas
God makes himself
feel so real
he black cat
tiptoes across like
a red traffic sign
first day of new year
i sprinkle my house
with ganges water
the lake
i reflect over
the flighty years
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