Elin Writing

“Stick to the structure” They say. Five - seven -five But why? Haikus are stupid

The grape juice in my veins Weathered into wine As the tokiwairo leaves Tumbled from the vine Autumn nights spent in your bed Kisses on my mout..

I was a summer breeze, and she was a tempest I was a puddle, and she was an ocean I was merely cloud in her whole atmosphere. But she was the sun i..