temple wall
overgrown with weeds;
idols kept pristine.
The Long & the Short [Haiku]
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So many hills I have seen
That grow so soft and thick and green.
Though jagged rocks sit down below
The grass and shrubs and weeds that grow
Through cracks and gaps, in mud patches --
Sprawling wide from tight-knit batches
That stone cannot constrain or kill.

from old stone ruins
grow hardy weeds, raising
flowery heads skyward.