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Urban Spaces - Haiku Evening at North Country Mall

Yesterday evening I had plans to go to North Country Mall, around 1 km from my place to sit in its surroundings though I had one errand to run there too. I made it a priority because later the day would descend and by the Mexican honeysuckle bushes over the cascading platform on sides I occupied a place. On the other side the main entrance formed of brick pattern with Frangipani trees on borders. I can hear the horns blowing in distance. In fact, one can make amusing discoveries here as the world passes away. I had my notebook, jotted down few thoughts.

Here are two of haiku, I would like to share:

little rain
on a path here and there
frangipani flowers

few birds
in the nebulous sky...
looming silence


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Consistency where life frames women in different roles and you feel inhabited.

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