white dove have you come in peace or is that war in your wings
Tag: fiction
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
winter in the shadow of the tree you sway finally free
winter after dark the cat left a void in our hearts
