Haiku Poem by Germina Melius

When the sun is fading like a flower,
like spring forgetting winter on a summer day,
enjoying grape juice or ice tea,
thinking of Basho writing another great Haiku,
wishing to hypnotise time to enjoy life one more time,
absorbing the eco-green assembly,
listening to the birds' choral,
a fish passing by in a clear stream,
admiring sweet nature we adore,
like good old memories, I ponder.
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In the dawn of the morning,
under the microscope of the blue,
where the sun is a blushing flower,
a whisper in the air, ‘Good morning.'
Contemplating how to dress my paper,
I find myself writing, another Haiku.

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