the struggle is real is when you’re writing poems at a bus stop and the lights go off
Tag: fiction
believe: the softness of this day is a gift
your gaze on this moonless night wakes the endless in me
lethargy in the limbs that span a millenia
waist deep in fractured waters void of life
cruising through the madness of this winter day
silver fish of winter carry fragments of the moon downstream
you can feel it in the winds and in the smell of the rain after the quiet designs of spring
snow covers the incantation and roots memorize the syllables a druid plants a spell in winter
cocooned in miasma and enchanted smoke where dragons lay in eternal sleep the lands experience radical change and evolve without hesitation
elancharan gunasekaran 