Haiku no トリオ
The warm, gentle breeze
Into a peaceful sunset.
Shh, the night becomes.
A sweet blossom blooms.
Standing above the cherries,
A peaceful castle.
A soft, white blanket
Covers the mountain of dreams.
Crisp, clean gusts of wind.
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