Seven stories in lines of three

my ears
heard enough tales
return to the mountains
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the ash has fire
a gray-haired man sees
on heaps of burning leaves
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useless promises
on barren fields
winds buzzing shame
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blank page
looks at the monsoon sky
stories rain
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an old pond
a child plops a stone
frog leaps in time
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flowers blooming
cajoling the wired borders
spreading friendship out of control
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my eyes
seen enough stories
return to the seas
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