Wind – Haiku

I’m strong and soft, like the wind.

Close to you

I can touch you and feel free.



I see him doing the same everyday.
He buys flowers, wears the same tuxedo.
Stops before crossing the street,
Sees the building in front of him
And returns to his place.
It’s the same.
No matter if it rains, snows,
If it’s windy or sunny.
Doesn’t he care about the poor flowers?
Or the tuxedo he washes and is always soaking wet?
No, he doesn’t care.

This has to stop.

Today I wear casual clothes.
At least I don’t look chaotic.
I see him coming out.
And he stops.
A smile crosses his face.
“Why are you smiling?”,
I ask.
“Didn’t you know? You’re exotic”.
He was waiting for me.
He didn’t feel strong enough
To cross the street
And ask me out.

Photo taken from dorama Playful Kiss

Didn't you know? You're exotic.

Didn’t you know? You’re exotic.


You pay attention to everything I do.
It doesn’t matter if it’s bad or good.
My smile, my tears.
My happiness and my fears.
Everything is captivating.
According to you.

It isn’t that I’m perfect.
It’s your love (such a marvel).
I don’t know, I just wonder
What I did to dazzle you.
And it will remain as that
Since you never said
And you’re far away
In a place I can’t reach.

To say…

To say that I liked you…

No, the correct verb is love.

To say that I loved you isn’t enough.

You made me sweet and smooth.


I wanted to kiss you like the moon kisses the forest,

But you ran away, lilke the sun rushes from the moon

And they can see nothing about the other.


I wanted to hold you in my arms

Like the waves touch the sand

But you became a rock,

Barely touched,

And the sun vaporized the little water was left.


There were a lot of things I wanted

But you needed none, or so you said.

Anyway, you didn’t love me,

So I was sent to fly

With my wings broken.


To say that I loved you is admitting I used to love.

I feel like that no more.

To say that I don’t feel is more accurate.

Because I don’t care anymore. just_broken_heart_01large