Self-absorbed

we don’t hear your drum ~ it’s beating for you only ~ a lonely rhythm — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa — Photo: Barcelona 2018/09

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Sense-appeal

painting rich colours ~ with the warmth in your voice ~ beguiling my mind — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa — Photo: Stellenbosch 2016/11

Indebted

then you closed your eyes ~ saying you owed me this song ~ and danced through my mind — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Spell

water like velvet ~ your voice on a cloudless night ~ flying in moonlight — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Nachtmusik

a dust-road night song ~ brings me to a distant door ~ where secrets remain — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

From my window: Lund, Sweden: August 2018

a double-ballet ~ of movement, words and music ~ city to city — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

In Paris

I saw an old man ~ on his journey without hope ~ travelling in peace — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa