Clicks and ( pseudo ) haikus

Holstentor Gate of Luebeck.

In the luebeck Islet

music and festival docks,

when spring departs.

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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.

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Shine of a soul,

reflected as bright as

the windowed sunlight.

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Old mill pond of

the musing Luebeck town,

robes a morsel echo.

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From all directions

Winds bring petals of cherry

Into the grebe lake.

- Matsuo Basho

A golden starry halfmoon,

rejoicing children-

artistic toons too.

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Stony sand shore-

friends passed on,

harder but festive.

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