Batch of Haiku

water flows
under stark skies
to open seas

exiles flee
train eating track
one way

late monsoon
winter gray skies
thick & low

pink blooms
hold through the cold
dogged bind

silent rites
acted out now
later lost

breathe & sway
bath in forest air
samara rain

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