dreams of dirt and mists as the spring forest sleeps
Month: April 2024
spring night i pledge that my soul shall remain wild and free
lost to the turmoil and designs of the flesh dream for me would ya
moonlit slit in the spring sky this feeling of being watched
late noon the greying world comes alive in the rain
watching the mud wasp rush between nest and oblivion
interrupted the call of the deep river beyond glass towers
grim visions of the divine untouched by lustful eyes
spring the river is wary of the ways of flesh
dust and scorn in the wake of the new moon night
elancharan gunasekaran 