All the rain has played with my Irish melancholy. I am really not that sad but these haikus are a little bit morose. I still hope you enjoy them, I promise next week’s batch will be perkier. Much Love, GG
“I speak with the dead, just to keep my heart alive, I burn ghosts for fuel”
“The sky’s being cruel, I asked for it baby blue, and it painted gray.”
“Winter has a sun, see it shine, but feel no warmth, words can be like that.”
“Define Denial: I’ve pressed and carefully hung my smile, in case you come back”
