DrunkenCucumber

Church Haikus THE  old church stands still, A timeless treasury of  The forgotten past.   IN the deep valley  The lone bell rings by itself For no one to hear. OLD weathered statues Of  heros dead and buried  Stare with silent eyes.   THROUGHOUT  the long years,  The vines continue to creep Over the cracked walls. http://wombat-girl.deviantart.com/art/Church-Haikus-254324059?edit=1# A holy light shines Through a crack in the corner  To the empty church.