the softness of your face translated by the music of dawn
Tag: creative writing
the summer crow finishes night’s song
never merely existing the stone path understands its purpose
simply knowing when to sow and when to wait
the summer pond borrows its stillness from the moon
after dawn the old crow arrives with humanity’s greatest secret
without asking a sunbird blesses the doorway
go on and rage: a little thunder for the garden
don’t ovethink it: the seasons hide their oldest magic in the ordinary
the summer moon knows best: the quiet places to rest
elancharan gunasekaran 