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Poetry
by Andrew Sacks
Haiku (3)
Snow powder wisping,
a solitary bird flies
in the winter wind.
Haiku (4)
The crackle of leaves
as autumn turns to winter
is more felt than heard.
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Haiku (3)
Snow powder wisping,
a solitary bird flies
in the winter wind.
Haiku (4)
The crackle of leaves
as autumn turns to winter
is more felt than heard.