a foot hands
the armless man...
This morning, I could not properly bottle
my thoughts. I had no place to sit down...
you shrug
and every time...
It was the time when the universe hushed
and the horizon had offered the sky...
These gaudy people,
they all are nothing but ears...
I knew it
that mirror I found...
she sat in darkness,
her face glowing from...
When writing this prompt, I want to have
as much fun as I used to have whenever it rained...
the sky closes her eyes
and you feel your body...
a little past midnight, and i'm spilling again -
in a drunken stupor, and i'm spilling all the...
Not in the towns of the sun
where people chatter and constellate...
Clouds-
taller than these eyes can envision...