Tag: senryu

noon nap fill our heads with deep blue

this body alternates between different planes of existence

rain after midnight hard to tell between dream and reality

in the process of greying in our concrete space

i think of language and i believe in the ways of flesh

if you can hear me autumn please stay

the concrete grows soft by the hour autumn noon

azure flashes in the grey in the rain outside

seek answers to our prayers from ash and cinder

waking to her cold limbs and voice full of fire