4 Winter Haikus
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Peter S. Quinn
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Wind is in my hair,
like memories of days gone
- winter is coming.
I remember you,
days of blossoming summer
- this cold starry night.
Winter blossoming,
blue is its winter color
- farewell autumn lane.
Little bird playful,
before the going autumn
- soon the winter rain.
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