From their green fragrance
watermelons are bleeding...
hanging, he plucks fruit;
spitting out the seeds across...
writing a haiku
should capture moments like a/the...
When I shall die, in spring I will return
in budding maze of rainbow flowered plush...
I actually met the wind
objects were crashing in the streets...
The sun begins to set.
Rabbits are bouncing here and there around my...
A splash of rainfall
wetting natures appetite...
Since the beginning of time
wars have been fought...
Here on the driest continent on earth
the smell of rain was named...
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Retell my tarnished mirror, please retell...
light
shining and bright...
Dormant buds
await fluxing snow...