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Off-Beat Haiku and Tanka XVII

            the short night—
            moonlight alone on
            my pillow.
    going home—
    we leave the forest
    to rest.
        the last rose
        clenched in her hand—
        nothing to say.

            copyright © 2015 by mari t.
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