Tag: Elancharan

noon the pulse of the blood and drizzle quickens

leaves caught in the cold breeze abandon all design

pulled from the skies by invisible strings mynahs converge on garbage truck

other side of the wall humans howl at the wolf moon

the deepest scars are those of winter mango tree reveals

annoyed by the golden hour crows tussle in mid-air

overreaching shadows the bridge that no one crosses

burns angry in the river grey twilight sun

grey gathers and the little ones war over the tv remote

winter walls darken the static speaks to the flesh