in a tavern unlike any dragons trade smog for bone soup and bitter ale
Tag: freedom
the silent forest wipes the slate clean and reboots its memory
summer the fungi inherits the tongues of saints
dust masquerades as temporary gods floating dangerously in the light
if only i knew the answer to this quiet rebellion: rainfall
at the end of day cities just dream of walking away from it all
the summer moon molts into a silver eel
manuscripts fed to the pyre outdated rituals rot in golden jars
every hour the forest grim invents new ways to kill
clouds dream of fires spreading across the summer sky
elancharan gunasekaran 