Away, Away, Away.
Ashes fall like the snow.Read more "Ashes"
The sun comes out of the parting clouds
like at the end of a tunnel on a
motorway that scars the scenery.
I am the sun.
The morning flutters by
Like butterflies swirling
In mismatched winds.
It stayed unseen around the city,
Growing feverishley on the murky walls.
Dandelions in a light summer breezeRead more "Dandelions"