3rd April 2007
The icy wind has,
killed my golden spring fairies --
Not the hopes of spring.
An attempt to put up Haiku in the English language but with an Indian flavour. Other forms of poetry, equally bad, may make cameos.
The icy wind has,
killed my golden spring fairies --
Not the hopes of spring.
Posted by Bald Monkey
Blackened lumps of snow,
oozing silent death, were once ---
Swaying, white music.
Posted by Bald Monkey
Chilly autumn winds
Blow away the warm sunshine --
and the wasted day.
Posted by Bald Monkey
The red leave-flames dance,
on the cold, autumn tarmac --
Cold fire on black ice.
Posted by Bald Monkey
Frost on the windshield.
A blurry view of the dark --
Just like my birthday.
Posted by Bald Monkey
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