limp into the winter mist the bruised knee
Tag: monostich
flee from the playground filled with demons
midnight marsh the glow of mushrooms
lukewarm skin
dusk sky split between fire and ice
night gaze winter forest replies with a breeze
the seasons and more in a shot of gin
iced lemon tea for the morning soul
a history of arrogance surrounds the wilderness
the crow looks in and finds the void
