this evening softened by muddy hands
Tag: haiku
a sigh as the moonlit miasma spreads across the night sky
stitch and restitch the fabric of peace the rags we wave as flags
in good company of dreams and thoughts while taking slow sips
the steam rises from the steeped tea as the rain falls
right your spine the end times are here
across the murky straits a boatload of whispers
autumn winds attempting to colonize my lower back
late november the renaissance of flesh and smoke
allow the first light to consecrate grey matter
elancharan gunasekaran 