Three Dream Haikus - Poem by Ananta Madhavan
1. That day the Alps grew slowly beautiful.
Touching hands, we learnt to ski.
2. I did not race the river as I walked
Beneath the soft glades of spring.
3. Such was her loveliness,
It might have been ensnared
By a dream haiku.
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