the clouds wait upon us few: those who feel the rhythm and power of thunder in our veins
Tag: fantasy
sparse: souls scattered in the void of space
the first word arrives: to drink from the darkness of dreams
you can tell the lifeless shells from the gods the ones who enjoy every drop of rain and the ones who avoid it like the plague
exit subway: summer morning and the rain serenades the living dead
coffeeshop break in: mynah trio rattling the window shutters
the day is done and folded neatly archived in the library of the subconscious mind
the early bird: showoff mynah appears on a ledge with its quarry
summer and the sounds of reckless abandon that fills the concrete
summer and the question remains: why is the world so angry?
elancharan gunasekaran 