Haiku: Solitude
often oddity though a beauty in itself kindles solitude
often oddity though a beauty in itself kindles solitude
dries up, wilts, withers but still keeps clinging to roots the hope never leavesĀ
little morning blooms the winter sun smiles shyly they soak the sun’s warmth
dancing in delight small wildflowers, loved by none drenched in own beauty
the endless canvas impressionist artwork adds colour to my mind
our relationships like flowers bloom in vibrance but wilt with the time