the clouds wait upon us few: those who feel the rhythm and power of thunder in our veins
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sparse: souls scattered in the void of space
the first word arrives: to drink from the darkness of dreams
after the rain: the city hungers for a taste of neon lights and broken souls
i remember you: each scar honoured with touch and silence
my shadow holds down the fort as i step outside to war with the summer rain
summer i vow: to treasure your softness for all eternity
dark: is the language spoken by my skin that you secretly crave
that which brings you joy: if my heart should rupture take me to the coast and watch over as i breathe life again
in the quiet of night summer clouds fill the dark sky with stories of a darker time before
elancharan gunasekaran 