Life is fluid-like,
With limitless forms and shapes,
Where will it lead us?
Fading memories
Present moment lingering
Spirit lingers too
A soft rose petal still red, bruised…
formless wind seekingfreedom under…
When you look at your
Reflection, do you see or
Do you imagine?
You found me, fragile but ready to bloom beneath a listening breeze
They thought they couldn’tBut they did, and still self doubtKeeps you from trying
four haiku
For a palm readingsans gypsy myths, to revealanother life line
