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Station 221: Haiku Collection 7

A mossy enclave
Water trickling down rocks
Shaded from sunlight

Wide awake, sun shining
Marching forward, faces gone
Only true to yourself

Nowhere, everywhere
Island in a sea of fog
Lost in the cosmos

Dark and forested
Scamper, scurry, don’t look back.
Evasion is nigh

Bridge empty, water roaring
Wind rustling the tree leaves
Free of commitments

He who has no name
Leave now, and do not return
Gluttonous souls wake

The end of the road
A cliff, soaring above town
Thousand lanterns glow

Act fast, move quickly
With diligence, it can thrive
This golden planet

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