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falling drop, a haiku

forlorn water drop //

falling from the high rooftop //

becomes a puddle //

fall, a haiku

village of the mist //

above the rushing water //

humbled by the fall //

settle, a haiku

rushing cold tussles //

this murkiness in our thoughts //

seeks tranquillity //

arrive, a haiku

dark green woods ahead //

cold winds blow while I walk this //

bridge towards oneness //

ageless, a haiku

aged among the trees //

rain keeps you fresh and youthful //

i long for the same //