the prick of thorns
leaves a trickle of blood
the same red
from any color rose
from any bruised heart
Red Lights
Haibun
Odysse y An elusive floating. I reach out and clasp sunbeams. I move forward, searching for I know not what, yet, understanding...
4 comments:
two yellow roses
two friends write of friendship
haiku words resound
Much🥂love
Thank you, Gillena
Adelside
A scratch of thorns: scribbles truth on roaming hands: flowers write a smile. _m
and a smile for you
Thanks, Doug
adelaide
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