Somebody heal me.
Somebody save my burnt soul.
All wounds appear now.
Poking through the snowBright and cheery, tenaciousBeauty is not frail
I am deliveredinto this beautiful world — breathe in the glory!
Magnolia bouquet,tempered by streetlights’ shimmer,and wagtails ponder.
Mist crocuses trailopposite the museum:finesse bears fineness
A response to the Haiku This: “Bravery” prompt
Hazel eyes, dusky
hair and a radiant smile
enamoured my heart.
Invisible one,
the right ones will really see
the beauty in you.