For the man who says
He tires of his child
There are no flowers
Basho
The Burning sun
Sunk in the sea
By the Mogami river
Basho
That soon they will die
Is unknown
To the chirping cicadas
Basho
January 31, 2008
Zen Haiku Poems – Dusk
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i love basho
Comment by Tory — January 31, 2008 @ 10:27 pm