281. Siffror

a past second
trying to figure out
my next move
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.

hold me tight
soon enough I am falling apart
my heart for a wish