the steam rises from the steeped tea as the rain falls
Tag: monostich
right your spine the end times are here
35 years of existence and the arrogance that comes along with it
the sound of waves clawing at the night sky
the sigh that redefines the beauty of this autumn night
in the dark before dawn the full moon gentle on the eyes
clouds on fire the departed gather to say goodbye to this world
across the murky straits a boatload of whispers
autumn winds attempting to colonize my lower back
late november the renaissance of flesh and smoke
elancharan gunasekaran 