we share our grief over a claw you shed gone cat never found
Tag: freedom
a week now i hope you find peace when you crossed over to the truth
cold synthetic leathered hands to hold the grey matter in place
stopped counting the ants i’ve flushed down the toilet
we replace the white dove with all this senseless talk of divinity
under the blanket your limbs birthed of playful fires
soft grey wings flapping against the rain after dawn
you my friend are a pundit whether you like it or not your silence speaks for you
what happened to the ceasefire it rains again on your terms
laugh a little sing a little make tiny creatures you live a little each day
elancharan gunasekaran 