quiet prayers ponder life’s existence
Tag: literature
refuge within the white walls of asylum
bombs drop bodies drop death is constant
tree branch
taps the window
in rhythm
cold pale lips the pleasure is mine alone
between concrete cracks a sprout reminds us
breaching soil
the little green ones
find their way
oil puddle glints liquid gold
crows and barren trees a scene of terror
stoke the little ember
become fire
become buddha
