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my native town - troiku

A troiku inspired by a haiku of Santoka Taneda, guided by Chèvrefeuille of CDHK:

my native town
far, far away--
burgeoning trees.

© Santoka Taneda

my native town
stands standstill
I move on

far, far away--
in dreams, I travel
We meet again

burgeoning trees
challenge my memories
Everyone moves on

© Nimi Arora

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  1. How sweet! yes, we keep on moving in life and some things always move along with us within our heart.

  2. Good to see you again at CDHK Nimi and this Troiku ... it's gorgeous. I like the "haiga" created with it by the way.


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