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February 2009 HaikuWriMo

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peterdawes

Published: Feb 1, 2009

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1.
winter's bite
not so sharp
in california

2.
seasons change,
but snow takes an
eternity to melt

3.
exchanging secrets
a warm breath and
a cold wind

4.
melody of wind
a subtle lullaby
to a tired thinker

5.
song bird
with broken notes
induces migraine

6.
impromptu skate
ice rink and
wing-tipped shoes

7.
late night stroll
celestial companion
keeps secrets

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