winter fingers reach out and gently grasp at fleeting moments
Tag: freedom
plain dread brain dead need we say more
dirge of the socially forbidden fruit in the dark before dawn
limbs slinking from reaponsibilty possessed by the spirit of the cat
balancing off the edge of the curb hands off me winter winds
as the seasons do the words come and go as they please
take these damp limbs to task winter at dawn
as we embody the very essence of our poetry
after dark we correct the terms of divine domination
the conversation with waves we never seem to win
elancharan gunasekaran 