just beneath the arched branch of birch a bundle of moonlight
Tag: art
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
under the mango tree: where old blessings come to rest
elancharan gunasekaran 