Yet another day and dew drops on our cozy bed slumber but she..
Thought #08
Of Age | A Found Poetry
Eyes; weakening the truth Suffering; smiled his face Ample; answer to my question contained Purpose; permanently left
Stick by the Cascade
Stick by the cascade Feel the breeze of consciousness Reminisce of faded roots Before winter escalates
One Of Those Days | Haiku
... Sanguine sun bleeds numb Bruised child on shivered land quails Cold mother aids still ...
Paradox
Who am I No longer I exist No body Not this mind Another possession Another I Another breath Paralyzed Another day I atrophy Fossilize Dust my soul In your remains I exist Infinite Impotent As the void In you seek To find me Shall find yourself
