'Pablo Neruda the haiku Poet:
that fire is repeated
nothing is extinguished
my love feeds on your love'
...
evening walk
between our hands the blue night
drops on the world
you recede through evening
towards twilight
erasing statues
from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the
distant mountain tops
a piece of sun burns
like a coin
in my hand
I remember you
my soul clenched in that
sadness of mine
my blue sweater rolls
like a hurt dog
at my feet
john tiong chunghoo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pablo-neruda-the-haiku-poet/
