a strange way to rebel: the rhythmic sway of summer trees in the concrete grey
Tag: creative writing
thousand eyes of grim gazing from the void of those who would walk this quiet path
sky shadow rearranging the clouds as omens
summer leans in to whisper: hold on
summer after dawn a gentle hum quiets the raging mind
breathe and the burden of summer is lifted
something in the air: mynahs uprooting chairs and cursing strangers
stone shatters the summer sky: a mosaic of dreams come crashing into the dirt
dark summer clouds rush in to fill the void left by the pale and grey
soft light: the cries of ghosts along the corridor
