Weird time comes sometimes in the Blackberries Field. Strange, very strange but there’s no death or birth. Everything stands still, nothing moves. Those who happen to be here give no sign of life. Just some of them, from time to time, whisper in their own beard trying not to be noticed. No one comes. No one goes. The gatekeeper was dismissed. He was idle for months. Nowadays, his job became the one of the extinct crafts.
by the road
peeking from the grass
This post is more related to the first haiku.