петък, 22 април 2022 г.

A tale beginning

 I’m bringing up a dream.  Every morning I face it as if I were before a mirror. I measure it, I gauge it by my eye if it is mature enough, ready to become true. Is it full of the sap of life and is it about to bubble up?...

 

late dusk…

the acorn having a dream

about its oak-tree

a gentle breeze

blows my dress


Diana Teneva

Published in Contemporary haibun online




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