Senryu
we are small, brief guests,
the mountain thinks nothing of
our human hurry.
Haiku
blue lake takes the sky
snow peaks drift in cold silence
at the edge of ice
Written for SenHai Saturday: #64 Not all images are created with Midjourney, but all writing is my own original work. ©Misky 2006-2026.
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