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Dewdrop
A haiku
first light —
the mayfly sees
a dewdrop vanish
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The first light arrives almost unnoticed, touching the small brightness gathered on the leaf. For an instant, the world holds its clarity, balanced between night and day. Then, without ceremony, the drop is gone, leaving only the quiet continuation of morning.
First published on NaHaiWriMo.
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