this winter day light thins to a whisper
Tag: fantasy
please hold: spring is still an unfinished spell
shadows trudging across the damp earth towards mist clad glass towers
no validation required for this morning’s madness
the struggle is real is when you’re writing poems at a bus stop and the lights go off
believe: the softness of this day is a gift
your gaze on this moonless night wakes the endless in me
lethargy in the limbs that span a millenia
waist deep in fractured waters void of life
cruising through the madness of this winter day