Bluecusp Creative


Imprisoned flowers Parched of light Refuse to open For the honeybee Yearning to sip Of the nectar From under the Cherry blossom tree ┬ęBluecusp Creative 2017 – All rights Reserved.

The bleating of corpses passing by with Dead words spoken from frost bitten lips Linger in the air like vacant cobwebs Their refrain silently torments Dejection creeps stealthily, tiger-like Through the moonlit bulrushes As the lone cricket chirps scornfully Amid the darkness of the night   ┬ęBluecusp Creative 2017 – All rights Reserved.