autumn moon the drizzle light and dizzy
Tag: poem
bloody mynahs rioting outside the train station
do felled trees go to heaven query the crow
an open eye scans the grey landscape
why pronouns we should identify as: cruel
window fog the world outside a strange dream
street cleaner and crow making small talk
a letter detailing the death of mango tree
perhaps they long to be me a shade darker
crouched shadow reflects by the night stream
