the harvest never ends some bones hum others curl like dried leaves
Tag: fantasy
entire generations disintegrate and displaced by rising salt winds
midnight the oceans sang as if pulled by a tide of longing for something darker than its depths
tip of tongue curls and strikes at the very air setting invisible worlds on fire
dead dialects blew through the city grim on pale winds
to hunt the unseen you must teach your eyes to unsee reality
a wedding ring a war banner and a weeping tree swept away by cold waves
unwalked cities and unborn rivers hung in misty frames along a quiet corridor
clouds study gravity the way saints study sin
the parasite clings to walls to clouds to those who deny their true nature
elancharan gunasekaran 