Closely Encased in Gray
Step into the shrouded corridors, where poetry meets the remnants of the unshorn—flat truths, scattered prose, and a gray veil that binds it all together. This is a sanctuary for the solitary mind, one that meanders through expressions both raw and purposeful.
Ankle-High Waves of Language
Like gentle waves brushing against the ankles, the words ebb and flow. This collection is a tribute to the unmanicured, the natural state of poetic expression. Every verse here is an unpolished gem, reflecting the tapetal light of introverted musings.
🌒 The Lonely Moon 🌒
The moon reflects a tapetal glow,
On fields where only shadows grow.
Unshorn grasses sway in tune,
Beneath the stars of afternoon.
Walk closely to the gray façade,
An ankle's depth in night's charade.
Whispers wind through leaves unkempt,
Poems from dreams, a soul's attempt.
The moon reflects a tapetal glow,
On fields where only shadows grow.
Unshorn grasses sway in tune,
Beneath the stars of afternoon.
Walk closely to the gray façade,
An ankle's depth in night's charade.
Whispers wind through leaves unkempt,
Poems from dreams, a soul's attempt.
🌑 Unshorn Night 🌑
Amid the gray and veiled in night,
Where lonely echoes take their flight.
In tapetal sheen, the world is shown,
And solitude stands on its own.
A flat expanse, the landscape wide,
Where poems in the dark do hide.
Ankle-deep in mystic sleep,
Dreams of shadows softly seep.
Amid the gray and veiled in night,
Where lonely echoes take their flight.
In tapetal sheen, the world is shown,
And solitude stands on its own.
A flat expanse, the landscape wide,
Where poems in the dark do hide.
Ankle-deep in mystic sleep,
Dreams of shadows softly seep.
🍃 Secrets of the Unshorn 🍃
"Hidden closely are unshorn truths, nestled in the gray shadows, waiting to be unveiled to those who venture with a keen mind and a poet's heart."
"Hidden closely are unshorn truths, nestled in the gray shadows, waiting to be unveiled to those who venture with a keen mind and a poet's heart."