pastel skies we make do with the freedom we are offered daily
Tag: literature
dear winter crow more peddling and less screaming please
as we leech the heartache from howling gales
concept of cold the winter forest’s defiance
the sacrilege of this night and the cannibalization of words
between skin and screen have you mastered the art of divided attention
buddha from under the rock confused at his slice of pie
clutch and pump slow steady until feelings are naught
salt winds stray where the heart refuses to go
not weakness if it helps you heal surrender your senses
elancharan gunasekaran 