#17 Haiku Spree 1

I like composing stuff that I call Haiku. Maybe it’s very different from the “original” form and style, maybe even immature, but to me it is a perfectly valid way of expressing my thoughts.

Whenever I drown
To the depths of the unknown
I find myself again.

Mirrors can hide things
Imperfections they conceal,
Tears they cannot hide.

An old fallen leaf,
Is new to a traveller
As is his own path.

Even it’s summer,
My feelings have not changed;
But life still goes on.

The last of my May
When the showers come and veil,
I will spend with you.