spring at dusk the god of clouds playing tricks on mortal eyes
Tag: Singapore
the art of popping bubbles best left to the wild devices of kids
the concrete silence echoes across the spring landscape
of softcore sensations the drizzle that vanished within moments
violence is the name of this evening’s silence
spring noon feeling sorry for the lizard that fell from paradise
rewritten on a leaf vein the shadows clustered beneath the moonrock
dusk i flick without looking the dream from the clavicle
spring the flower falls into the pool and life carries on in a strange way
how quickly the flesh leaps at the opportunity to rewrite history
