through the evening mist slower than your slowest thought
Tag: creative writing
old garden path smells sweeter when walked at twilight
tide call: grey waters rise as limbs raise sails
the old country road swells with pride as wildflowers take over
thousands of little rituals disguised as kindness
not a single word: beetle beneath the stone deserves to keep its secret
a border imagined: summer hands over the keys to autumn
just barely: the rain at midnoon quiets the fires of chaos
keeping dreams fragrant: the smell of jasmine wafting from a far away and untouched place
keep your magic small: fit it in your pocket and carry your wonder across the lands in search of adventure
elancharan gunasekaran 