keep your magic small: fit it in your pocket and carry your wonder across the lands in search of adventure
Tag: literature
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
the evening mist settles with unearthly grace atop the hill home of furred gods
to each terror of the night I say: fly north and you’ll find death
moonless sky: the scent of distant rain disrupts the dream
the warmth is hunted to the edges of the horizon by a wraithlike cold
curtains open to birdsong insinuating the quietude and creeping grey
silence and stillness hand in hand
a fallen forked twig gives you a choice between destinies
elancharan gunasekaran 