winter at dawn silence earns its wings
Tag: Elancharan
this winter day i give thanks to the sea and gods for the salt and bounty
silver fish rushing through the winter seas still carry a glint of the sun
unburdened by changing skies the flesh stands still against angry tides
democracy is dead: tired minds drift from opinion to opinion but none their own
the winter moon sits on a cold hill and together they imagine warm days
the sentient sword dreams of a river flowing even when sheathed
what begins as a dull night waves crash and exaggerate the crescent moon enters stage scantily clad in pale light as the coast bursts into a raucous applause
winter’s crow stumbles on an outcrop: realms collide
let wrath and rage shape this soul from feet to brim let the voices of thunder become my own for this world has fallen too far so let the endfires come and cleanse us all
elancharan gunasekaran 