Four-leaf clover tanka

mother said
four-leaf clover was
a plain lie
soon, i whispered
you won't need wheelchair

I let you go

i let you go
at the dawn of our days
weeping wind
carries the phantasmagoria
from abandoned plain

Ripe mulberries haiku

ripe mulberries
the plain fact she can
hardly conceal

murbei masak
kenyataan yang tak mungkin
dia simpan