streets bare none to listen to spring’s song
Tag: creative writing
fold your madness tuck it into pockets
humans walk into the morning fire unscathed
morning light blinds but the third eye sees
after the rain a haiku is born
shadow stands still in the spring rain
train ride we survey our sanity
spring at dawn constant cosmic debate
don’t let the virus ruin your moment
the futility of bubbles against concrete walls
