He looked me straight in The eye and lied so boldly I almost believed
Summer Breeze
Wind chimes chime away
In this slight breeze
Wildflower Girl
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Crush
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Golden Hope
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City View
Cityscape Is no escape This weekend Is the end -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #159
Hard pill to swallow Trying to numb this too full heart That wants to escape
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
Haiku #150
Children's laughter
Untied laces and sticky hands
Memories are made
Fragment of a Figment 