“We are visitors, Busy in claiming it ours— In museum of art.”
Source: Cherry Blossoms: A Haiku Poetry Book
“We are visitors, Busy in claiming it ours— In museum of art.”
“What shed, earth’s clay— Transaction held in the air, Flower became honey.”
“What if the night sky is but a reflection of us— Utter chaos in mute.”
“Every house is haunted With the ghost that says— You're safe within the wall.”
“Clear blue sky, Mirroring the calm sea— I'm a fish, got hooked.”
“Air breathes Fire, Fell for Flames— Phoenix born in Flickers.”