Poetry is a small wonder
Haiku #168
He drowned his sorrow In barrels of whiskey dreams One glass at a time
Impassivity
I scrutinized his face But still I could not tell If it had all been A lie -Kel Dayheart
By Kel Dayheart
Poetry is a small wonder
He drowned his sorrow In barrels of whiskey dreams One glass at a time
I scrutinized his face But still I could not tell If it had all been A lie -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 