Haiga Archive

Christmas market
children dispute
which Santa is real

lightning
the glitter of raindrops
on her shoulders

her last work
lighting
another candle

her look so cold
cold like an autumn dawn
enveloped in the fog
but why d’you hide your smile
in the corners of your red lips

first date—
over wildflowers’ bouquet
her blue eyes

pierwsza randka
nad bukietem polnych kwiatów
błękit jej oczu

rumble of thunder
the whole puddle ripples
from a single drop

hut on the hill
where the end of my world
used to be