morning cold the moans from under the skin
Tag: Singapore
there she is in the sky blinding my good eye
guided by the primal sound night winds
little one summons lightning from fingertips
concocting a herbal remedy inside my head
the present state of mind dissolves
the destroyer dreams of nonexistence
cold stream the half moon pretends to watch
bare feet the cold earth calms the skin
winter rain invites itself over for tea
