breathe and the burden of summer is lifted
Tag: fiction
something in the air: mynahs uprooting chairs and cursing strangers
stone shatters the summer sky: a mosaic of dreams come crashing into the dirt
dark summer clouds rush in to fill the void left by the pale and grey
soft light: the cries of ghosts along the corridor
summer after dark the rain paints the night with pleasure
the clouds wait upon us few: those who feel the rhythm and power of thunder in our veins
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
elancharan gunasekaran 