Haiku
On October street
Pale leaves on silver birches
Fall slowly at dusk
The heat of August
Carries a hue of sadness
Of coming decay
Tanka
Suicide bombers
Lack understanding of
Their total demise
Think they are to live forever
In the mind of the awed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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