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Basis for this Dream-Up creation is this haiku:

Dance
After a whirling dance in the air
descends on my hair
a butterfly? No, a withered leaf.

From this haiku collection:

Beauty and Time in Nature and DecayWordsSilent scream in the moonlight.Rain falls on the ancient trees.Word sheets in the wind.HairOpalescent night.Frost weaves my maturing hairwith flowing silver.DanceAfter a whirling dance in the airdescends on my haira butterfly? No, a withered leaf.RoofThrough the broken roofthe wind gently hands me a cherry blossom branch.LanguageIn old pine crowns a languagemurmurs mighty and solemn,that will never change.WindThrough the red leavesthe wind whistles its melody.It is time to say goodbye.SpringThe long gentle thoughts of springwill not fade awaywhen fall yellows the heart, too.CranesSimilar to cranesin these old lichen trees nestthe lost sense of missing years.

Description

Basis for this Dream-Up creation is this haiku:

Dance
After a whirling dance in the air
descends on my hair
a butterfly? No, a withered leaf.

From this haiku collection:

Beauty and Time in Nature and DecayWordsSilent scream in the moonlight.Rain falls on the ancient trees.Word sheets in the wind.HairOpalescent night.Frost weaves my maturing hairwith flowing silver.DanceAfter a whirling dance in the airdescends on my haira butterfly? No, a withered leaf.RoofThrough the broken roofthe wind gently hands me a cherry blossom branch.LanguageIn old pine crowns a languagemurmurs mighty and solemn,that will never change.WindThrough the red leavesthe wind whistles its melody.It is time to say goodbye.SpringThe long gentle thoughts of springwill not fade awaywhen fall yellows the heart, too.CranesSimilar to cranesin these old lichen trees nestthe lost sense of missing years.