cloudfall: fire like hair curls and cascades upon the dusk of skin
Tag: creative writing
she walks through the veil jaded and unprovoked by the impostor that goes by the name of: monsoon
hang the dark of my skin out to dry in the blue of dawn
phantoms hang swaying in place of the morning dew
never won: the fight against the tides of night
within the summer storm the congregation of flesh
uproot from bed and gaze into the merciless grey
like the seasons past we too must learn to fade
summer reveals its hand: beneath all that fury a gentleness unlike any
the path forward is a mystery a shroud of ground fog the hue of dusk fire
elancharan gunasekaran 