Sunday, 3 September 2017

'Fragrance' renku with Su Wai Hlaing - again, harder than we thought 

the signs of life
numbers on the screen

_ your Haiku made me think of loneliness so_

bored and alone
turning towards the window

even the cuckoo
is not singing any song

the first conker falls from the tree
and lies alone on the ground

the cold wind
takes away the last
rusted leave

_worried about losing my thoughts_

the thief of dementia
steals my memories

my old diaries
giving rooms for

life goes on with memories
drifted away

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glancing up a blue tit gone