FIRE

When the    Embers of Desire       Are stirred Passion    May leap into        Full flame. And it is   Too easy      To get burned If the fire   Is not     contained.

IN FLANDERS FIELD by Dr. John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.   We are the Dead.  Short days ago We lived, felt...

Sad eyes (Haiku)

Oceans of Heartaches Gather to produce the tears That fall from sad eyes.