soft tones of pastel in the dusk sky for your eyes only
Tag: monostich
into the arms of the candle fire the night moth’s pilgrimage
belly on branch the drongo sings for the dissected
almost empty street crows picking apart the roadkill
allowing the gods to flow through this flesh autumn dawn
shadows pause for a moment and trail the smoke from incense
dreams of the azure the collision of majestic waves
come find us between the dew and fogged whispers
slow wheeling this bag of meat to the misty hills
autumn I grow tired of the lacklustre camaraderie of humans
elancharan gunasekaran 