As if the faint screech
That is all I can utter
From this loyal and forlorn heart
Would provoke your thought
Summon your soul
Tag Archives: Soul
fast fade
My god, the green
I watched as it withered
Far from the windows, my soul
Being Dreamy: A Haiku
arrived
If our souls don’t ask for our skin to touch
Then we won’t get
Get
Where we need to be
Brother
If our arms aren’t soft while our will stays strong
Then we won’t claim
Claim
Our identity
Sister






