The Karumu Collection

A small collection of Haiku I wrote during the summer. Yes, it's December, but better late than never.

That shade of crimson
Flowing gently down the arm
As they bleed a stream

.A knife in his chest
The heart has completely stopped
Sirens can be heard.

A breeze in the wind
The sweet smell of flowers too
It seems like summer

A gunshot through him
Like a hole-punch through paper
He may not survive.

Darkness closes in.
His eyelids get heavier.
Endless sleep draws near.

Pessimistic boy,
Why do you only see bad?
The world is equal...

甘い香り Amai kaori Sweet smells
そっと水を移動 Sotto mizu o idō Gently moving waters
今の夏 Ima no natsu Its summer now.
(Japanese haiku, doesn't work in English)