soft buns brown
Fiery treat within, bitten next
Taste is music
Category: Haiku
Roses are Red
Warm as a rose
Beyond the seen, in Red
Unseen is the glow
Sizzling Joy
Rotis turn tacos
Taste sizzle on the skillet
Joy becomes us
Yellow Yoghurt
Yellow yeast yawns
you yell your Yoodle yap
Yoghurt you yearn
The flying Kite
The flying Kite
soaring the sky
only because its tied.
Snap!! The string breaks
And its free.
Music is the root
The banyan tree
Glowing outside and within
Music plays on it’s roots
