Sunday, January 17, 2016

Haiku by Brihintha Burggee

The Fall

wintery streams crossed
    under moonlit paths
       fiery hands held

shadows pass uninterrupted
   honey words, bitter taste
      --we yet hang to each

hearts ebbed on cliffs
   this is your chase
      it is my leap

Snow Souls

Trembling lips
Trampled souls
Laid to the naked white spread

The cold, cold snow
Like blisters onto palms
Crashes like shores to thy core

None knows--
Save one who tasted thee,
Tangy sharp flakes!

Brihintha Burggee has been writing for two years now.  She lives in a small island named Mauritius in the middle of the Indian Ocean.  Aged 20, she has learned to allow her pen to write for her when speech could not be eloquent anymore.  Her works have been previously published by The Rainbow Rose, Harbinger Asylum, Pyrokinection, The Black Mirror Magazine, Mad Swirl, Napalm and Novocain, The Camel Saloon, Dead Snakes, amongst others.

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