hanging, he plucks fruit;
spitting out the seeds across...
Sweet grapes? There was
no exit from the question...
You would not know,
when, a desire...
writing a haiku
should capture moments like a/the...
Tonight, come for moon watch.
I will show you the night birds...
When I shall die, in spring I will return
in budding maze of rainbow flowered plush...
Do the shadows
talk solemnly, when...
You dig in your heels,
when blood spills...
Noway, I will ask
the poem, to become stressed out...
Her voice now whispers
a softer tone breezes through...
When I hold the pen,
it trembles in my hand; the poem...
The wind is gone
cooler air has moved in carrying a distinct smell...