My muse is too elusive again this past couple of days. I have not written anything except for a few lines of haiku. Oh me! there is such a thing as writer's block.
floating in the mist
the rice paddies of
Pay-yo*
* the native name of the Rice Terraces
summer camp
a line of smoke
climbing the old trail
floating in the mist
the rice paddies of
Pay-yo*
* the native name of the Rice Terraces
summer camp
a line of smoke
climbing the old trail
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