Haiga Archive

out of the millions
i was the one accepted
at birth
now from where this fear
of failure in this rat race

living rough
if only
she could bank that smile

facts and events
disperse as they are bent
through history’s prism

wind
so many seeds
to sow

spring snow…
within each blossom
a warm glow

never more
id, superego
and ego…
AI joining
the crowd

indian summer
so easy to confuse
leaf with a butterfly