the summer moon knows best: the quiet places to rest
Month: August 2026
just beneath the arched branch of birch a bundle of moonlight
bonfire smoke carries a little of home into the clouds
tend to this body with care and the gods will offer you salvation
azure king driven mad by the summer heat
a morsel of twilight i keep in this tiny heart of mine
a quiet summer morning is the oldest charm of all
lifts her veil of clouds: the tender and watchful eye of the summer moon on this debauched night
you smell faintly of rain and now i cannot forget
feathered wings shaped by the dreams of the seasons
elancharan gunasekaran 