treetop canopies holding on as cold winds rage
Tag: Elancharan
ice on the bruise eyes follow the horseshoe cloud
the echoe wanes and the words drift north
bass thumping the rain blitzes without mercy
the blood within the finger throbs burns and explodes
the lightning spreads its roots across winter sky
wake from the abysmal overture of rainfall
childlike hands reach and grasp the cold winds
the rain teaches us to find pleasure in the fall
a trail of black ants as the hearse departs into the sunset
elancharan gunasekaran 