Pale sky, golden moon, purple horizon, blue waves and a road at dusk
17 on = a haiku.
I cheated with the photo, however there is no greater expression than what we see when we cease to not see.
This is a real haiku.
Basho's OLD POND
17th Century
at the age old pond a frog leaps into water a deep resonance
This haiku is a venerated Japanese classic according to my backup memory WIKIPEDIA.
I'm partial to his 1685 offering
another year is gone a traveler's shade on my head, straw sandals at my feet
The Beauty of Pure Math.
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