Tag: senryu

perfection the one true madness that some humans cannot seem to resist

softer days ahead to share with you

under waves and then the churn of realisation

a moment of clarity restarting the winds of autumn

clouds pretending to be walls and zeppelins that sail through

tossed into the chaos that is wrought of flesh

a byproduct of lost causes: rebels and rebellion

when we speak it is with brave touches and tugs of hair

passed down from ages before the art of daydreaming

a toast to the free falling feelings of phantom pain