Distorted Realities
Poem what is it that you see? a shadow sneaking behind me, trying to hit me in the soul, steal my blood and laugh it is just the black tree top moving on the...
Tagged: shadow
Day of a Pilgrim
Poem Before grey alleys or colorful homes empty their contents into the predawn streets like loose change from an old purse, the moment between sleep and awake lingers and the morning air is...
