Freestyle, Nature, Poetry, Seasons, Writing

Seasons through the Window

Every day, I stare out the window, A new example of natural beauty Playing before my eyes

Anime, Dark, Freestyle, Horror, Poetry, Writing

When the Cicadas Cry

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?