By Leo Honka
Six sparrows in the woods
fly through the soul
but all is not lost
there’s plenty of room in spring:
goose is exhaled,
duck now enters, learns to stay an image
hare now hopes in.
Late to an appointment
sadness rushes out of the door
as toucan paints the scene
with its mighty colored beak
final image before departing
Category: Leo Honka
Your imaginary friends are alive in you
Hi Leo
And i am a real friend