lay the haiku bare to examine its bones and merely words
Tag: fantasy
amidst the chaos on stage we prance about on delicate toes
white dove have you come in peace or is that war in your wings
halfway through the conundrum of burning and yearning
under the blanket your limbs birthed of playful fires
soft grey wings flapping against the rain after dawn
these days i breathe just enough to be
the winter forest and the ego a language of silence
draw enough inspiration from the void and become the void in turn
a cold and self-contained kind of madness in dwelling
