crimson ribbon
tie her silky hair
hands crave for a touch.
withering leaves
tree lost its charm
exposing its another beauty.
forlorn path
crossed by a withered heart
carrying broken frames
torn photograph
of my grandfather
holding me in his arms.
morning bells
ring in the temple
priests chanting mantras.
2 comments:
These are really wonderful- you are so good at this! Keep up the good work.
for a long time, i am trying to write haiku...but somewhere things get muddled....your compositions just made me make up my mind to give a whole thing another chance.
regards,
wanderer
http://wanderer-onestep.blogspot.com/
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