Fire

sometimes beauty comes ~ from the ashes of our hurt ~ to heal what’s broken —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

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Fleeting

it is a rainbow ~ this our multi-coloured life ~ so quickly over —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

In the end

plant a tree for me ~ from which the squirrels can feed ~ and where birds can breed — Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Life

all that break or bend ~ all that start, form and fulfil ~ all that live must end — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa — Photo: Lund 2018/08

On the precipice

caught in a child’s art ~ deep thoughts through time and space ~ of life and of death —©

Loss

our sadness deepens ~ when even flowers are grey ~ in a world of pain — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Pretext

this is your siren song ~ this is your excuse not to live ~ this is my exit


© Lize Bard

@ Haiku out of Africa