the warm sand hums as iridescent lizards drag their old skin across the wastelands
Tag: monostich
the storm thinks that it has won but the forest has spread its seeds and grim will
imagine waking up in a nest filled with iron winged scorpions
from the mouth of shadows violet rivers spill forth and race towards the end of time
even under the weight of stars the forest grim stands its ground
summer dusk the smell of ash overpowers frail human senses
storms buried beneath tongue the pilgrim hums a tune of solitude
summer after dawn your shadow becomes the shape of rain
rebellion ignites in the hollow of trees sway and march into the morning mist
nap on summer sand and the ground devours dreams
elancharan gunasekaran 