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Zen Relaxation



A mountain village
under the pilled-up snow
the sound of water.

The summer river:
although there is a bridge, my horse
goes through the water.

Night; and once again,
the while I wait for you, cold wind
turns into rain.

Haiku by Shiki, Masaoka. (1867-1902). Great Haiku Master

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