spasms of shadows pulse the walls inside
like pebbles in the surge of drawing tide
peeling away insanity like the wind
transitory stone on the infinity of skin -
nausher
the past is swept by sand
history is redeemed by art
we severed our left hand
'cause its connected to our heart
-nausher
Thursday, June 9, 2011
unmoved, they stand the branches and trees
while memories are carried ‘ore the breeze
our scents meander and curl with air
but our shadows on cobblestone linger there-
nausher-carrara
