Haiku – Page 2 – My Tales Within

Grey Skies

The haze descends Bright blue dome turns grey mood shifts grey too

I have risen From the shadow of myself And I reach myself

I am their belief must fulfil expectations my solemn duty

Strings strum the music Rhythmic beats resonate Music need no words

Rubber on the tar Growling iron box surges Trees streak in green blur

Pine lets in sun Lazy Sunday lies sprawled Pure blue sky peeks

Happily it flies Unaware and blissful Tethered by mind

Garden was fenced Keeping everyone out Rays of Light sneak in

Wings blue divine Spectacular both side In and out there

This night is weary I will close my eyes let’s creat a new day