Tag: literature

curtains open to birdsong insinuating the quietude and creeping grey

silence and stillness hand in hand

a fallen forked twig gives you a choice between destinies

only visible in dew: the quiet paths tread by small folk

your pale presence becomes the scent of this summer night

belief: the grey is not random but by design a produce of human ingenuity to coexist with the natural world

at first light: military boots trample tiny offerings of dew

an empty bamboo bowl placed beneath the moon gathers peaceful thoughts

paddy field: to the mystical eye a dragon spirit quietly tends to the saplings

swallows circle overhead when i think of home