He took her hand. She was not used to being touched.
Haiku #95
Meandering through life Going day by day in a blur At a steady pace
Arctic Blue
He had beautiful eyes Of a bright remembrance blue But unfortunately They were like ice -Kel Dayheart
By Kel Dayheart
He took her hand. She was not used to being touched.
Meandering through life Going day by day in a blur At a steady pace
He had beautiful eyes Of a bright remembrance blue But unfortunately They were like ice -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 