See roses and weeds
swaying In at summer's peak
Kissed by gentle breeze.
Breeze is like a waft of fresh air from heaven soothing the rich and the poor, or the chosen and the marginalized alike. A beautiful image drawn from Nature! Great Haiku!
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I would like to translate this poem
Breeze gas no discrimination between roses and weeds. Why not we do the same!