old and kind as warmth threads through wood the mango tree shimmies a little to bless those below with peace and fruit
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connection is made without sound as lips meet lips sealing a divine pact
smoke curls into a serpent holding its shape as pilgrims drip venom into eyes and dance in ecstasy
in this part of paradise shadows watch you with morbid interest
the sky before dawn composed of stars and prophecies
watch a droplet of dew tremble with light
a fallen twig a fragile scent and calm intents peace upon us all
the autumn breeze returns softer through the old creek
warmth is older than the concept of time a replay of atavistic memories
a gentle fog blooms across the solemn face in the glass
elancharan gunasekaran 