He looked me straight in The eye and lied so boldly I almost believed

Paper Flowers

Delicate petals inked with delicate words Words of love and hope Growing out towards the light Dirt stained hands reach out To plant these beauties Among the garden walls Pages sprout up Inspiring new ideas From the everlasting paper flowers -Kel Dayheart

Sunday Afternoon

A cup of tea And solitary confinement Reflecting back in quiet air Warmth seeps in Against all restraint A sigh is released -Kel Dayheart

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