Tag: senryu

in the coming days i will bid farewell to winter’s soul with grit and gratitude for the lessons

the sound of horns and trumpets obliterates the perverse designs of night

residing currently: in a world invaded by wintertime madness

maybe you do feel it like i do the warmth and gentleness in our bones

winter at dusk if backspaces could erase the soul

winter’s soul: the days to spring are recorded in the stars

in a world that is unbecoming of any form of existence and strangely love exists

wallow in the dust of desires that has culminated in this egoistic tree of flesh

guided by the light of the waning moon winter crows cross the void of night

with each breath the forest remembers in algorithm: leaves that hang free=0 leaves that fall=1