May 10, 2015
Shadows come across
Leaves fluttered in silence
Night falls the earth is chequered
And we are living tokens
Can you see that black bird high in the branches? Its broken wings are now healed, but it has forgotten about flying. Now it bombard every passerby with indigestion, so be careful not to let its feathers deflect your moonlight.
Colours have now grown oversaturated, and are too heavy for the eye. When you hear a din coming from nowhere remember it is them falling in clot. Monochrome is better for your senses at night.