train ride and the oceans we could pour into empty faces
Tag: freedom
a place for my head until the screaming winds leave
night’s lawn we shred the moon to ribbons
unhitched world if wars are what it takes to unite humans
the net caught the tide and now the moon wants it back
palm lines and prophecies of an untold destiny
running after receding waves only to fill the soul with seawater
in the beginning what came first the moon of course
scalpel eyes that carve away at the illusion do you see it as i do
last days of summer the tongue becomes an extension of the blade
elancharan gunasekaran 