only in winter
when all our vanities
are gone
stripped of everything
that separates us
one from another
only then
in our nakedness
do we recognize each other
and for that fleeting moment
in the splendor of a new day
do we look like kindred
children of the dawn
Longing For Water 
Lovely
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Thanks. Tried hard to distill that into a haiku but just couldn’t quite do it.
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