25. Blek skönhet
Den har blommat sedan före jul men börjar tappa av mer och mer …
B i r g i t t a
thirteen is crucial
when lost memories are counted
a cloudy sky
My last rose from my garden. Number 5 of 5 haiku about this last love. ❤
Now it is gone for ever. Soon enough new roses are to be born in my garden.
Playing with my pictures – watch out!
hold me tight
soon enough I am falling apart
my heart for a wish
it’s opening up
once more to experience
while life ends
last summer love
wispering with soft red lips
a stolen heart