Haiku #358 – #360

358.

Sat beneath blossom,
The traveller watched petals
Fall into his thoughts

359.

Money made the world
Go round, but what happens when
The money runs out.

360.

Pigeons courting dance,
Unabashed roof-top ritual.
We meet with April.

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