buddha in bed thinks that peace is a strange word
Tag: poem
coffee while listening to nature’s podcast
humans and the rain a little more than love hate
summer dawn this cruel world ablaze
dreadlocks swinging in the breeze banyan tree
shadows embrace why can’t humans be the same
tree shade spider vanishes with the wind
designed to possess night takes over
in the dark cold winds scrape against metal
cold winds colder hands to touch