you can tell the lifeless shells from the gods the ones who enjoy every drop of rain and the ones who avoid it like the plague
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exit subway: summer morning and the rain serenades the living dead
coffeeshop break in: mynah trio rattling the window shutters
the day is done and folded neatly archived in the library of the subconscious mind
the early bird: showoff mynah appears on a ledge with its quarry
summer and the sounds of reckless abandon that fills the concrete
summer and the question remains: why is the world so angry?
woken by the murmurs of rain at an ungodly hour
soft padded clouds to reign in your anxieties
a blur of blue wisps round the corner and return as night
elancharan gunasekaran 