haiku one:
in criss-crossing shadows
we admire sunbathed
summits
haiku two:
in criss crossing shadows
of the mountains, we admire
sunbathed summits
haiku three:
tottering ballet dancer
the butterfly flutters
round a bloom
haiku three:
dead widow's bamboo bell
each chime echoes
a memory of her
haiku four;
dead widow's bamboo bell
forelorn the chime
has become
tanka:
dugout river
a nude doll stares
right through me
i discover stephen king and
- shivers
john tiong chunghoo
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