Two breads
On the table.
One is round,
The other is cubic.
I’ve just eaten.
They become me.
I’m round and cubic.
The moon
Over the wheat field
Also into me.
I take a walk
By Mare Tranquillitatis,
Being round and cubic.
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Hello. I love your poetic fragments. This one particularly.
Hello, long time no see.
I'm glad you love my poems.
I'm trying to make poems by using methods I've learned from haiku.
Sometimes I try to make collaboration between haiku and photos.
Here is the link:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/53816074@N07/
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