grey theatre act one: sparrows forget their lines
Tag: freedom
suspended in time space summer cocoon
the bed a bonfire where this body lays
south winds gently rock the cocoon
the kingfisher calls but night has other plans
hovering overhead winged gods guide me along
dragonfly’s drone in sync with inner drum beat
with every turn and sigh the night softens
strobe effect the monsoon at mad intervals
a ghost revisits the noon rain