tide call: grey waters rise as limbs raise sails
Tag: literature
the old country road swells with pride as wildflowers take over
thousands of little rituals disguised as kindness
not a single word: beetle beneath the stone deserves to keep its secret
a border imagined: summer hands over the keys to autumn
just barely: the rain at midnoon quiets the fires of chaos
keeping dreams fragrant: the smell of jasmine wafting from a far away and untouched place
keep your magic small: fit it in your pocket and carry your wonder across the lands in search of adventure
the morning fog belongs to whoever that sings to it
harvest altar: a hand shaped wooden bowl with incense lit beneath a luscious and wild tree
elancharan gunasekaran 