a quiet summer morning is the oldest charm of all
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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
under the mango tree: where old blessings come to rest
once upon a time you were summer rain and blessed
silent fields breathe different after the return of swallows
not feathered god but a caged beast lures us close with a morning melody
stonewall a quiet sapling has been crowned the first bloom of hope
frail shells of flesh avoiding the summer sun like plague
elancharan gunasekaran 