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Yerry Hill Road Haiku
Haiku written on regular walks along the same road in all four seasons since 2005
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Yesterday's Puddle
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About Me
Sarv
Woodstock, New York, United States
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Sunday, December 13, 2009
Only Heaven Knows
Peace descends again:
Legions of white mute the sound.
The road is empty.
What haiku is there
To embrace this snow moment?
Only heaven knows.
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