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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.

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Marilyn Monroe Paulo Coelho Abraham Lincoln C. S. Lewis Khalil Gibran Charlie Chaplin Gautama Buddha Isaac Newton

Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
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Creation Life Master Poem Poet Time Writing
The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Art Change One Liner Universe
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Existence Plant Rope Twisted
Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
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Bone Cold Deep Fragrance Nature Perfume World
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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Old Pond
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
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Autumn Break Up End Leaving Myself Relationship Yourself
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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Dark Expectation Old Sleep Water
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Flower Pain See True World
A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Deep Instrument One Liner
When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Autumn Cold Feeling Lips Myself Talk Voice Wind
Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Cloud Forever Friendship Lost Wild
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
When composing a verse let there not be a hair’s breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.
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Breathe Compose Dangerous Enemy Fall Hairs Mindset Tree Writing

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