breezes sing sorrow
against the tired cliff face rocks
erosion creeps on
You may also like
Sometimes, among the granular stars when someone smashes a hi-hat like some jazz short-form and all I see is infinity It’s nice […]
Nothing to See Here
It’s very easy to be de-moralized, at times. I joke regularly about my lack of readership. Partially because defending myself is harder […]
The locust of dawn watches its prey It sits in the fields of wheat Grain rising with the golden dawn Of revelation […]