winter dawn silence is declared sacred ground
Tag: freedom
swords replanted into the battlefield war never ends does it
certainty is gently exiled
the deep remembers every drowned face l
in orbit of an abyssal anomaly fish shadows glide
quiet now the forest grim appoints a new god for winter
fleeing mist the winter hill bares it all for cruel eyes
mind’s eye: silver is the shade of the grim transmission
ritual by omission the bonfire removes haunting shadows by the hour
Happy New Year dear friends! Wishing you calm, joy and strange miracles in 2026! Cheers!
elancharan gunasekaran 