by Jagriti Rumi
A growing collection of haikus (a Japanese form of short poetry) –
Arched perfectly in peaceful white
Talking rarely via windows and hanging lights
With those who look up.
Tiny red dot dancing slowly
To us it appears like a walking
Prophet – Ladybird, pass or fail?
A flower knows not much
Or knows too much – ‘cause just see
How it blooms, dies, blooms.
Keep coming back here to water this collection, you can find its link on the main page as well. Merci!
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