sleeping in sanctuary
"There’s no such thing as autobiography, there’s only art and lies"
Thursday, June 25, 2015
Haiku
Tendrils of steam
Bitter on the palate, sweet
Two faces, green tea
Finch on house, fence
Fencing bravely with song
Protecting my heart
Weeping is willow
Washing the faint sorrow
Being across the sea
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Pre Dawn
Gentle, birds chirping
Morning dawns my mind stirs
Into scent, green tea
Distance, ocean
Scent of skin on her neck
Lingers, all mine
Contralto singing
Song of recent life echoes
Like tea, all smiles
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