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Haiku to you:

Crickets chirp softly;
the bats search blindly for them
while we sleep and dream.

The night speaks to trees
in the language of the wind
before the rain comes

The chrysanthemum
blossoms curl, their brown edges
dry as autumn leaves

@StevenDBT @uschi_the_listener
"The night speaks to trees
in the language of the wind
before the rain comes"

What a touching haiku. I think I've written something similar, I'll have to dig around in the journal.

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