Tag: Singapore

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

we wake only to rush off into the madness and forget that dreams are our source of power

cratered skin made supple and fine by borrowed light she comes out to play

pelagic thrashing under calm waters on this full moon night

with each breath we draw into our hearts the soul of winter

cold winds flow with predatory grace late into the morning