Dream Haiku.

Rose haiku.

Again, I’m not one for descriptions, however, this poem goes along with my most previous submission and a few other to come.

The next day show how erroneous they think.

Sand sand
White sand is the color,,,

A beautiful moment in life!

A cute girl remembered.

Poor White Americans.

This is a poem taken from my poetry book.

A poem I wrote, called My last smile.

Silence all over, the night is still young.
But it’s already too late for me.
I could not be saved. I could not be believed. I could not be lost……..