Tag: Elancharan

spring noon the smell of freshly cut grass

peel away humanity’s mask nothing beneath

the glow intensifies across the landscape

press and fold humanity into paper cranes

spring clouds gather to witness dark times

first drop of rain on skin bliss

strangers kite flying in the pandemic

little one’s laughter a red ant bite ruins it

spring the thorns in the tall grass unseen

this body quietly consumed by spring’s heat