Poems from pisarekkm
Standing at his grave
I watch as my mother
places a rose upon the gravestone.
She whispers secret words to him,
and I notice tears
rolling...
When the hyena runs,
flowers bloom in her every step,
creating the foliage of the earth.
When the lion roars,
in all its fiery passion,...
my favourite time of night
is when everyone else is
softly dreaming in their beds
and all i can hear
is the soft, even breaths
of my dog,...
sleep |slēp|, verb:to lay terrified, fearful of what may cometo stare, 4 AM, gulping down nightbegging slow breath and mind tocalm down...
the illusion of
dark, dismal, dull
is really rather pleasant in
the soft wash
of midnight rain
with the cool wind blowing
across the wide...