the quiet in the train humans reflecting
Tag: senryu
wind blades rip the dark to shreds
perhaps we were given this skin to bear burden
serenade the corridor plants in songs
.contain.with calm/ the sundown- calamity;
dream breach cold wind terror invades
last word hangs from lips morning gale
summer deep retrace the cold limb parable
where the light caves in dusk clouds settle
night rain cold claws dig in
