Flowers stole music
From hearts in this spring, therefore
Bees are now poets
Life needs love to live
Love grows poetry in hearts
Hearts are now so pale
Green looks like blue now
Blue turned into brown and grey
Black is the new red
Nectar lost its taste
Grass does not smell anymore
Spring with no love hurts…
Oh, dandelion
Take me with you to summer
I am sad, this spring…
Please, dear butterflies
If you like in fall the leaves
Let’s together leave
I confess, beetles
Already missing winter
Let’s hide forever...
My first Haiku about the sad season of spring without love.