leaf’s edge a dew drop tempts gravity
Tag: literature
after dark the body finds itself wrestling shadows and fiends that come before the calm of sleep
a dragonfly: weaves perfectly through reeds racing along imaginary lines and lands a wicked handstand
for lack of a better word: spring disguised as empathy
spring is not all joy and harmony but a time to celebrate the true you: however cryptic and cold you are
hand on her chest listening to the beat of a heart that was never her own
dark clouds gather: not to weep or wail but to warn us of the coming darkness
the quiet exchange between leaf and light: the void pulls at the unseen
the weight of time on fallen wood grants a damp and dark texture
a seed splits open: the might of the banyan sapling in all its glory
elancharan gunasekaran 