sound of fighter jets cold winds flash heated
Tag: literature
do not reason with the darkness it is absolute
neon lights sink with the silence dusk
a memory of waves pieces of a broken ship
summer dawn a black tide rides the blue
dusk across the highway in the faint drizzle
the rain returns another round of gin
the mist blankets the sullen concrete
cordoned off playground ghosts stand and stare
watch the summer snail slide into oblivion
