Dead towards the weekend

I feel pure adrenaline in these days and I might look as if I'm doped but I'm abolutely not (not my cup of tea). Dunno where I'm getting this positivity but I like it and I don't want it to finish.Now: friday night i'm literally dead... but looking forward to a touring weekend with my music.

Bees and flies differs in colours
the birthday brought the fever
honey heals the pain

on a bank holiday

written last weekend at the lake.
it was rainy and cold...

Flowers & stones
neighbours but they don't know
rain will cover them

Leaves like people
babies grown adults
they don't remember

Butterflies live fast
wind knows, maybe
colours are collected

Dust gets you blind
mud sticks to your shoes
sand, we love to lie on

Green can be the grass
greedy can be the mass
money makes us grey

My first Haiku

An old pond!
A frog jumps in
The sound of water

The first time ever I heard someone speaking of Haiku was at my american culture course.
Mr. Lombardo was a funny guy into literature and introduced us to Haikus
I'll try to write mine now. The time has come.
Gg