Silhouetted trees,
butter yellows, baby pinks,
sunrise; brave new world.
A hit

Expecting a jolt,
I gaze into the abyss;
beautiful coffee.
Folds
Breeze

Tall model poses,
gently wind blows through her hair;
eucalyptus sways.
Years

A war had ended,
yet more battles they did brew—
each year marked by deaths.

