the looking glass many face worn over the ages
Tag: monostich
storm brewing in the collective consciousness
summer the rain rages with every falling body
the thunder finds itself thumping veins
dream affair the solid arm of liberation
evening poetry recognise this state of weakness
morning light floods the soulless corridor
buying time at your local supermarket
cloud roll serenity last sip of coffee
deranged fires lit in the bowels of summer
