Tag: Elancharan

dry eyes the nimbus flooding grey streets

just bare bones without the mercy of the cloud seas

cold limbs to replace and deny the morning tides

sing to the breeze what this body cannot

sun kissed faces of april break into a smile indian summer

cracked earth the sweet scent of jasmine disturbs the soul

moonlit night barren trees bloom only for our eyes

these feet stumble from thorns so that the ones behind us may walk in peace

two steps forward one step back the mad toad leaps forth