recognize the struggle of tides on a moonless night
Tag: literature
someone far away accepts your magic and feels lighter
maybe you do feel it like i do the warmth and gentleness in our bones
winter at dusk if backspaces could erase the soul
wraith like minnows glide in the shallow parts of the creek as the day warms and the forest comes to life
winter’s soul: the days to spring are recorded in the stars
in a world that is unbecoming of any form of existence and strangely love exists
wallow in the dust of desires that has culminated in this egoistic tree of flesh
guided by the light of the waning moon winter crows cross the void of night
with each breath the forest remembers in algorithm: leaves that hang free=0 leaves that fall=1
elancharan gunasekaran 