nightfall the city is silent and yet i can feel its scheme
Tag: kigo
paper cut the blood screams out its script
dusk words fail and i fade to my private nirvana
slip between shadow and light to lay by your side
soft to touch the river bends to our will
turning into an alley the damp face of buddha
winter the kingfisher’s laughter drowns out in the drizzle
voices in the void until you itch to feel something real
just so you know the crow has proclaimed itself king of grey
the snow is replaced by neon spores falling floating in space