break the cycle when the last kid drops the gun for a book
Tag: fiction
ceasefire when the last soul has let go of vengeance and hate
the storm outside uploading self to the darkest cloud
in bed dreaming of quiet tones of grey
dreams of the azure the collision of majestic waves
come find us between the dew and fogged whispers
slow wheeling this bag of meat to the misty hills
autumn I grow tired of the lacklustre camaraderie of humans
winter has already won and the cat knows it
the autumn cat stretches the sky from dusk to night
elancharan gunasekaran 