viorel petru trifan

peaceful haiku

morning summer day
skylark song climbes the ether
...

secluded haiku

fog in air
dog barks to forsake
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(a song from the Dracula’s country)

Sun on shoulders I have kept
sweat was pouring on my chest.
...

to Clausius

Every morning
I escape the quilt
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Break and husk
thoughts and ideas that,
without reason,
I smashing them like nuts
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Now,
when blossom starts bearing road
in song of white and pink, purple and yellow,
when leaf is calling grass and both are calling life,
...

I dream the day
when my hands
are going to rain
and they flush
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