Tag: art

the rain untamed fills debauched bodies with silence rest finally comes but at a grim price

autumn we let the light fade without fear

the night’s queerness drapes itself over the empty field like morning fog

as i do the land remains fertile and tranquil in an act of mutual balance between flesh and nature

the frail body prepares itself for the coming days of quietude

magic is watching and experiencing the arrival of this autumn evening

morals and laurels of man indefinitely shaped by the weather and seasons

the march begins at a wild beast’s pace and ends with a serpent’s tail slithering over the concrete bridge

grass cradles feet and softens each tired step as the trees bend over to whisper and push this body forward

the autumn moon counts nights not identities: you are loved