~III~
Two smoking barrels,
The shotgun messenger sprawled —
And the gold so cold.
WHYTE BOOKS or the Book of Prometheus: A bit of an exodus from social customs and behaviors.
jueves, 2 de julio de 2015
Land of the Setting Sun: Haiku III
~III~
Two smoking barrels,
The shotgun messenger sprawled —
And the gold so cold.
miércoles, 1 de julio de 2015
Land of the Setting Sun: Haiku II
~II~
Old Blue lies outside,
Eyes fixed in the withered field —
Our days grow shorter.
[To P.]
© M. Whyte, MMXIII.
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