a gathering of hands to fan the fires of spring
Tag: literature
shadow on skin only the sleepless know the peace of night
come dawn we are but a society of shadows and shells
sit and be still the river grey consumes our grief
dark clouds unveil the shy stars one at a time
the flesh sits and debates in fear while the machine acts
whisked along by the morning breeze towards concrete chaos
river leviathans cast ashore by pale waves
to the river grave before dawn these feet take us
dry eyes the nimbus flooding grey streets
elancharan gunasekaran 