bluR..

universally speaking
all things were blurred
but
little details
flashed at me
at times
everywhere i went...

other times
even details
chose to step back
far beyond the edge of reality
into a -whiter
shade of pale-...

fog settled in

the city was lost
and with it
all that had once been
all
that was left
of us...

m.kamel

a Haiku for Autumn...

lonesome bougainvilleas
on a crisp December morning
red and purple - shiver...



m.kamel