once upon a time dust and cloud made love the end
Tag: fiction
picking ripe lips for the right kind of lies
woken from deep sleep and feeling miles away from home
spring night the owl hoots to all but me
mind’s horizon the evening sun burnt into memory
overcast above and garden snails bowed in prayer
stand aside body and let the fog pass
the mango tree tells a tale of a pigeon who was too white for the masses
rain droplets exploding against window grills the assault on silence
night extends her reach storm black clouds raging against daylight
