haiku one:

in criss-crossing shadows
of the mountains, we admire
sunbathed summits

haiku two:

in criss crossing shadows
we admire sunbathed
summits

haiku three:

tottering ballet dancer
the butterfly flutters
round a bloom

haiku three:

dead widow's bamboo bell
each chime echoes
a memory of her

haiku four;

dead widow's bamboo bell
forelorn the chime
has become

tanka:

dugout river
a nude doll stares
right through me
i discover stephen king and
- shivers

john tiong chunghoo

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