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INDIAN Haiku
Indian waterfall listening deep to my inner voice
New year's eve . . .
her rangoli patterns
our street
Distant hill . . .
a river carrying
the spring
Ice box . . .
your last word
resonates in me
Autumn dawn --
mother serves white rice
on an almond leaf
November moon . . .
I feed my child
and its shadow
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