we offer our flesh to the noon rain
Tag: literature
spring city do you see the scars?
spring lake offers peace a moment of clarity
still pond the concrete ripples out of existence
night draft smothers paradise
the real you beneath the fog and thoughts
spring’s spell the technicolor landscape
the dream plays out like a silent movie
morning tea a mynah checks if I’m alright
fickle things little sparrows just as spring winds
