arrive empty and leave summer hills with a headful of quiet
Tag: monostich
kept until they are no longer needed: pond reflections
best before light: your limbs are only as good as your silence
old root of summer teaches stones to be patient
the first dew belongs to the quietest field
summer: our bodies too shy for the daylight cradled in dark whispers
shadow winds: play and sway new limbs with childish finesse
void calling: between silence the random tantrums of thunder
the phasing of faces through the battered concrete wall: a dream to ponder
waking hour: sanity and blue survives the twilight ordeal
elancharan gunasekaran 