Tag: tanka

i keep a piece of paradise on me always until you believe otherwise

for a moment the purple sky belonged to us

wear my darkness as a medal of honor what would you know

after the rain full blunt trauma of bliss

cold dawn and the stares of treetop spies

tangents the word I was looking for as the coffee well runs dry

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