Paths

in quiet ruins ~ of forgotten memories ~ we collect our lives —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

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Gift

fragrant red roses ~ in the middle of winter ~ bring warm memories — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Looking down

my feet remind me ~ of the places I have been ~ of my father’s stance — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Places

leaving our fragments ~ in kitchens and green backyards ~ in our words and thoughts — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Elusive

subtle as it was ~ I remember the perfume ~ that was only you — ©

Ode

an African voice ~ sings the song that you so loved ~ thirty years later — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

En route

you wander my way ~ life a solitary path ~ strewn with memories — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa05