Within a broken mind, The shrill cries of cicadas echo Against crumbling ivory bone The cicadas keep crooning, Even in the desolate spaces Where only silence exists Can you hear them?
Tag: Breeze
Beautiful Day
Squirrels dart around The towering oak tree, Scrounging for bits of food I watch them, a small smile Resting on my face As I bask in another beautiful day
Dreamland
Soon, I descend into a familiar world Soft sheep prance upon fields of forest green, Ivory fleece bouncing with each bound A jubilant breeze drifts through, Winding around every living being, It reaches out with spectral fingers
Sunflower
Golden petals sway Throughout the field, breeze flowing Soaking in the sun
