Haiku

sweet-scented breeze 
gently touching 
my face 

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the ruddy morning 
row of cherry blossom trees 
gently downstream 

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butterfly season  
violet petals fall  
rest on cold Earth  

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exit humidity 
a fleeting symbol of plant  
the last dew drop 

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delicate beauty 
a branch of a rose bush 
exuding a sweet scent

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