the city grim wakes inside a spell of frost and fog where phantoms stand proud and tall where the only word on the street is: silence
Tag: fiction
silver fish peeks from murky waters with the face of a saint
no shortcuts the winterlight brings war to frail eyes
the stage fades to black and I find myself talking to my self
outstretched arms invite the winter sun to be devoured
deal sealed: darkness agrees to be gentle
winter at dawn silence earns its wings
democracy is dead: tired minds drift from opinion to opinion but none their own
the winter moon sits on a cold hill and together they imagine warm days
the sentient sword dreams of a river flowing even when sheathed
elancharan gunasekaran 