night’s little devils stealing the silence
Tag: Elancharan
humans are no fun summer realisation
taint the flood waters with your presence
dream dawn walking down flooded corridors
first day of summer the coffee teases
picks itself up and transcends summer soul
drain the spice into the darkest veins
beneath a fake tree a commune of fake smiles
the mood struggles to keep afloat cold noon
rainfall this body wakes again
