Tag: kigo

buried at the feet of banyan tree: ego

glass towers how strange the lives of empty shells

new moon the winter flower’s fall from grace

dawn the sound of turbines and rain warping reality

the drizzle as guide the breath of flesh slows

the winter forest teaches us of new ways to dream

blood magic they say when a whisper can shatter your mind

shadows dart from tree to tree collecting the pale mist

the city grey drowns in the forever rain