Haiga Archive

yet
a ordinary day
in my village…
leading to the crossroads
the thirsty horse

homecoming
only the wind opens
the rusty gate

at the pub across the street, karaoke

waiting for you
under the pear tree
on our bench…
the wind blows back and forth
the autumn ambers

the man and the dog
two worlds
drift apart

no movement
on the clear sky
in a small church
the priest reads psalms
for few white butterflies

the pavilion
of acacia blossoms
when the wind whispers…
how many love stories
yet unwritten