Tag: freedom

the words cold flow back into this dimension

the morning light cold on our skin

mesmerising fumes in the morning light

burn bin the illusion of summer mist

dusk a handful of sand for safe passage

after the rain we return to silence

the cold creeps through the concrete cracks

never a threat until the drizzle becomes a storm

grey winds the shift from gloom to grim

rain curtain closing on our act