5/4/2005 c1 Elizabeth Bilberry
how sweet :grins:

4/14/2005 c1 243Manuel Fajar
scripted symbols black,

filling up life's heart & mind,

with their flowing song.

—poised above white starch,

crane feet wait to walk their way,

leaving symbols black.

—clouds cross over waves,

marking each crest's rise & fall,

like black ink drop's flow.

—meanings overlaid,

pictures—symbols—then, some words,—

magic scripts in black.

p.s. your finely crafted haiku is a great inspiration. m

1/24/2005 c1 1Suzy-89
Very Beaitifyl-sounds almost Shakespeare like ^-^