Misc. Haiku 6-10

6
Pure black
laced with violets—
nothingness.

7
Stop
forest fires, fight
lightning—

8
My robes torn,
slowly I descend
the mountain.

9
Even God laughed
when the preacher
told us jokes.

10
No-one can resist
gossip in your cafés—
oh, Paris.

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