Love hangs on a cross, /
the object of endless quests. /
The hero does not.
Love hangs on a cross, /
the object of endless quests. /
The hero does not.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Pieces of eaten bird. /
Crumbs of rolls and pumpkin pie. /
Second coming scouts.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Free falling in love /
I find the stars within reach /
and my heart far away.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author, Uncategorized