reply to the messages of phantoms hidden in the fog
Tag: poetry
summer dusk we reclaim flesh and hours lost to the heat
disengage from the notions of compromised emotions
dontcha just feel it in ya bones the blue moon hitting all the right notes this summer night
the fog erasing glass towers before human eyes
all that anger and darkness for a mere thirty seconds of truth
last day of august the old crow’s monologue as grey clouds gather and the crowd departs
the hearts left behind on stage as curtains draw to a close
where you at monsoon been a minute since you clocked us good
dressed in black we say our last words to the dying heat
elancharan gunasekaran 