Tag: poem

nightfall trees speak the language of shadows

tired faces will they ever see the light again

train crowd chatter static to ears

smell of rot death gathers in the undergrowth

complex frangrances

quiet place somewhere a cosmic spark is birthed

cursing the jogger who ran too close to the river spring crow

the dark dawn sky wears a crown of lightning

quietly the rain tiptoes along corridor

chasing the firefly only to be left in the dark