Tag: poem

mayflies in april the dance of death

trash circle spring mynahs having an after party

cloud tendrils touch the gold city skyline

the grey stills the landscape

neon city where faces are burn bins gassing smoke

lift the infant from void into life

spring moon how dare you steal my line!

afraid of mirrors rehearsing lines with the spring moon

we have all eternity sift through the ashes

spring turtle we break bread by the stream