Some MATSUO BASHO haiku.
I like to wash,
the dust of this world
In the droplets of dew.
Won't you come and see
loneliness? Just one leaf
from the kiri tree.
moonless night...
a powerful wind embraces
the ancient cedars
speaking out
my lips are cold
in autumn wind
a strange flower
for birds and butterflies
the autumn sky
Such a poetry so good in autumn...
And I add one of my graphic works,done very many years ago...
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