light rays and streaks of dawnfire the flesh has yet to wake
Tag: poem
wake the flesh from the trappings
wake the flesh from the trappings of the divine
winter crow and kingfisher never seeing eye to eye
still loading state controlled media kingfisher laughs
a grim tale of storm clouds through the painted glass
call it a feeling the movement of clouds in our bones
the rain haunts us every waking moment
gods shift uneasily in their seats the eight-eyed visitor
night sky the lightning tree that grows and dies in a heartbeat
rainfall the damp earth alive with rot
elancharan gunasekaran 