haiku song December 29, 2014 a poet's playground, alternate avenues, evocative muse a verse without voice willows weep in harmony the cardinal sings
go there there is nothing left but torn wrappings the smiles have faded the hoopla has changed the fire burned out the ashes are cold there is nothing left …………………….. to say don’t go there don’t go there don’t go there anymore pain left
