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haiku no. 417
A cup of Earl Grey— steaming the hump-backed moon night; bone-chilling spring winds. ~Guillermo Delgado no. 417, Guillermo Delgado, 2013
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haiku no. 418
Early spring morning— blanket of clouds spitting mist: a day to reflect. ~Guillermo Delgado
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haiku no. 419
Racing clouds erase crippling trivialities, sky blue with promise. ~Guillermo Delgado no. 419, Guillermo Delgado, 2013
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no. 422
Through the dying leaves, light creeps towards my writing hand; time is running out. ~Guillermo Delgado no. 422, Guillermo Delgado, 2013
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no. 429
As the wind picks up, The scent of spring rain arrives, Should I stay or go? ~ Guillermo Delgado no. 429, Guillermo Delgado, 2014
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no. 431
On these foggy hills, We listen to the rhythm Of our breaths and chains. ~Guillermo Delgado no. 431, Guillermo Delgado, 2014
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no. 436
This summer landscape Swelters and disintegrates With each passing mile. ~ Guillermo Delgado no. 436, Guillermo Delgado, 2014
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no. 438
Two strangers embrace— Hold each other quietly: Transfusion of joy. ~ Guillermo Delgado no. 438, Guillermo Delgado, 2014
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no. 459
This cool breeze blowing Through the glass and brick buildings, Pushes my pencil. ~ Guillermo Delgado
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no. 465
Brewing espresso While my children are sleeping… But how can I write? ~Guillermo Delgado no. 465, Guillermo Delgado, 2016
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