Summer Sunset #615

All she left Was a lipstick stain On his cheek As she walked away After one perfect Moment -Kel Dayheart *Title is the name of a lipstick, in case you were wondering.

Unmoved

An unturned pebble In the roaring river Is much stronger Than it seems It is unmovable In the face of Adversary -Kel Dayheart

Grey Morning

Bury my head in the pillow Not the best start To any morning But it's raining And more grey Than morning -Kel Dayheart

Pyrite

Fool's gold Is a fool's hope Before the truth is known Because the truth Will always find A way in the end Even if it crushes Hope -Kel Dayheart

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