a teardrop
reverberates
lost illusions
posted by SJ @ 10:43 AM
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HAÏKU
In dedication to my beloved Father: "First autumn morning: the mirror I stare into shows my father's face."
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
About Me
- Name: SJ
- Location: India
a puzzle within the puzzle of life, as real as the grass under the feet, as surreal as the red ball in the sky
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1 Comments:
good lines .
(might not be a haiku in the strict sense ...but thats doesn't matter )
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