It arose ( a double haiku)

Buried under sands, That were dreary and wind blown A jewelled hand springs. Distant blue its own, Deluged by the sandy surf, It still stayed afloat. .

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As dreams come true

Rooted#Writephoto(a Haibun)

My soul tethered deep into my conscience is my anchor of life. Strong and sturdy, weathering the life's storms,it has grown. Lateral branches lush with verdant emotions, lush with life sprout shading me from harsh glares. They droop down burdened with the plethora of life's emoticons. And as they touch down to meet my inner… Continue reading Rooted#Writephoto(a Haibun)

Bloom to be beautiful

Resurrection

Let me lose myself

She was ethereal

A hope( a haiku)

A precipice steep,Overlooks a grey expanse,A hope golden shines.