Even less writing as I got a more permanent job.
The Internet had been taking up more of my time... but unlike one would think,
I still read a lot, both haiku and other poetry. Only my own productivity reached a low point.
| soft snowfall under the streetlamps orange flakes |
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| one more frosty day but under my window ...a hint of green |
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| five steps with closed eyes � the snow bank too bright to look at |
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| her letter: once written, a hundred times read |
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| cold: I seek warmth everywhere but from people |
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| straining to hear the nightingale I am drenched by the unseen rain |
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| full-grown leaves wet in the warm rain � spring's over |
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| before the storm how white the seagull overhead |
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