shadows undress the spring moon behind a veil of clouds
Tag: monostich
state of melancholy: words of spring whispered to the mango tree
sober eyes seek the light but only the grey gazes back
there was magic in the rain last night someone or something stepped into the unknown and the doors to unimaginable power revealed itself
gone a little too far off the moon in spring takes a bite of herself
a sparrow moves deftly amongst the ghosts of morning seeking searching for signs of life
watch in horror as serpent servants of the eternal smog terrorize the skyline
the curtains have long closed on the moon nothing but softness remains in the spring sky
the bloom: when raw instinct takes over repressing shallow human emotions
great clouds of dark travel the unseen path across oceans of sand
elancharan gunasekaran 