nightfall trees speak the language of shadows
Tag: poem
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