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umbrage
under the umbrage of a willow tree
a poet sits in the sunset and writes haiku's
he notices the marbled pastel sky off in the horizon
he listens to a concerto of sparrowsong, breeze, and rustling leaves
his pen touches paper like natures touches life
capturing the essence of life, the majestic beauty of nature,
in three lines is an ineffable feat a poet will never achieve
beauty is something that cannot be read or taught,
it can only be experienced - absorbed - consumed
cast in the twilit
umbrage of the lone willow--
three lines captures beauty
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