burying the summer dream in bedsheets
Tag: senryu
drop on fours be the thing you were meant to be
morning commute eyes void of soul
consume the beer and banter after dark
the summer cat lazing on a park bench: life.
in line; to be tested/ invading- temple of. gods.
a vagrant lad questions the barren land: why
losing connection between river and soul
dim the lights just enough for our souls
red sky runs out of fuel darkness sets in
