A dandelion was yielding to its yawn
on the fluffy mattress of sunshine...

This is
the Saba’s* weft of waft...

Buzz, buzz
This was...

Haikus
are butterflies of the life's flows...

Everything is running,
seemingly towards somewhere...

Looking endlessly
into the ending things to...

Nothing makes me happier than
seeing good in people eyes...

Now and here are the same magnet pole
as we go...

Do not become better than them
to prove you are better...

A kiss hit me like a clout
and I instantly forgot my own whereabout...

they looked down upon him liketh dirt, in...
they never saw him, they saw themselves...

Whenever
we are losing...