Impersonating a zen

In the luebeck Islet

music and festival docks,

when spring departs.

- raspudin

Day and night,

a metal flower blooms

in the city of love.

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A relaxing spirit at

the wakenitz lake mirror -

something to remember.

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A slop of colors

neither flying nor true,

merely gratifying art.

- raspudin

The red dragonfly -
In some way or another
He likes the evening too.

- Kobayashi Issa

In a abandoned

rivulet at karaikudi outskirts,

a crane tangoed in solitude.

-raspudin

Shine of a soul,

reflected as bright as

the windowed sunlight.

-raspudin

Old mill pond of

the musing Luebeck town,

robes a morsel echo.

- raspudin

From all directions

Winds bring petals of cherry

Into the grebe lake.

- Matsuo Basho