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		<title>haiku</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[This semester I took a haiku class. The teacher was boring as hell, but I thought the background behind it was really cool. I learned a lot about Zen that I never knew before. Anyway, our final project was to write ten haiku. I finally finished so here are the ten that I wrote. 
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This semester I took a haiku class. The teacher was boring as hell, but I thought the background behind it was really cool. I learned a lot about Zen that I never knew before. Anyway, our final project was to write ten haiku. I finally finished so here are the ten that I wrote. </p>
<p>1.<br />
a gentle spring wind:<br />
it blows cherry blossoms and<br />
tears from my tired cheeks</p>
<p>2.<br />
taking the wrong train,<br />
the rice paddies speed by quickly—<br />
my dreams fill with green<br />
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<p>3.<br />
the first signs of spring—<br />
as shy buds slowly open<br />
and greet the morning</p>
<p>4.<br />
Okinawan sun,<br />
the cerulean ocean;<br />
they smell of old bones</p>
<p>5.<br />
suddenly it roars—<br />
echoing in a humid night<br />
bombarded by rain</p>
<p>6.<br />
in the humid heat,<br />
the sound of children&#8217;s laughter<br />
on the temple porch</p>
<p>7.<br />
very soon twilight<br />
will paint the evening sky dark<br />
with lost memories</p>
<p>8.<br />
the autumn moon shines<br />
lighting up less traveled paths;<br />
forgotten footprints</p>
<p>9.<br />
in the first snowfall,<br />
stubborn blades of browning grass<br />
fighting against wind</p>
<p>10.<br />
bitter cold winter:<br />
ten fingers in one pocket<br />
searching for some warmth</p>
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