Some Haiku.

A mountain grows tall

Trees of green grow like hair;

In eternal spring


Belief; dreams in passing,

Wind comes down from the mountain

I am at peace


Dreams flow in water

Clear waters run shallow

The river flows bright


In the belief hides in death,

Its joke chuckles with a smile

In death hides life


Tasting blueberries

Under the trees of pine I sleep

The wind breathes in; out

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