Friday, October 11, 2013


Sometimes shatter my 
Sandcastle that I made 
As a naughty girl .
Sometimes wipe out my 
Name that I wrote 
As my kindergarten teacher 
Sometimes she kisses on 
My feet gently as my lover .
Sometimes she kicks me 
As a wrestler .
But always as a moving stage 
She reflects the play at the sky 
Where clouds, birds and the stars are actors
 And it is lightening  by the sun and moon. 


Haiku #22 (Life)

  in  the prison of time , a  prince of dreams  ; handcuffed with fate