Saturday, 24 July 2010

Deux haïku de voyage

La théière fumante
Parmi les restes de la soirée de retrouvailles
Chant matutinal du coucou



Arrivés à un carrefour
Le pèlerin dit: "trois chemins s'offrent à moi."
Le marcheur, lui, en considère quatre.

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