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Five Haiku as the Rain Finally Returns

in the downpour
no distance at all
between laughter and water

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all mud
the boy asks me
hug?

*

your words
the moment leaps
its banks

*

incessant rain
these lips still
so thirsty

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scent of rain,
want of rain, every poem
a praise poem

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