a sigh as the moonlit miasma spreads across the night sky
Tag: poetry
pale glow did the darkness scare you autumn moon
stitch and restitch the fabric of peace the rags we wave as flags
in good company of dreams and thoughts while taking slow sips
the steam rises from the steeped tea as the rain falls
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
elancharan gunasekaran 