Haiga Archive

gondola
emerges from the mist
the end of the canto

green of her eyes—
the hands of the clock
move back in the mirror

zieleń jej oczu—
wskazówki zegara
cofają się w lustrze

pilgrimage
everyone in their backpack
carries their hopes

a mill wheel
slowly turning—
more and more stars

młyńskie koło
powoli obraca się
coraz więcej gwiazd

new day rising
an old monk falls
on his knees

summer—
your blue eyes
sherbet

park alley
for a moment I forget
how old I am