Tag: haiku

she sits in the cradle of green her pride swallowed by the peace

summer trail these trees barely remember the old gods

i keep a piece of paradise on me always until you believe otherwise

for a moment the purple sky belonged to us

wear my darkness as a medal of honor what would you know

after the rain full blunt trauma of bliss

cold dawn and the stares of treetop spies

tangents the word I was looking for as the coffee well runs dry

perfection the one true madness that some humans cannot seem to resist