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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An ode to a mother
A microcosm of love, No questions asked, Divinity manifested.
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)
Shadows ( a haiku )
Two hearts side by side, Embalmed in a golden bliss, And now umbrageous.
Bloom to be beautiful
Resurrection
Let me lose myself
A hope( a haiku)
A precipice steep,Overlooks a grey expanse,A hope golden shines.
Twittering Tales#133-23 April,2019
The gargantuan robot floated in dark void. It eyed the cerulean blue globe dotted with fluffy white clouds sceptically. It had been born there and cast out to fly into the dark abyss. In its heyday, it had flown into alien space. Now forlorn,it just floated awaiting its nemesis. (278 characters) Via: https://katmyrman.com/2019/04/23/twittering-tales-133-23-april-2019/comment-page-1/#comment-31319
