chime of distant bells carries the essence of life across the concrete landscape
Tag: senryu
the empty side of bed becomes a place of quiet divination
the first mist of day is welcomed as a pale visitor from the depths
summer: this shell surrenders and the lethargy takes over bone and matter
in that quiet space above the empty field nothingness exists indefinitely
magic simply survives because of: you
ceremonial undoing: a rather finicky veil of web carried off by the summer wind
a tendril of my shadow cast into the gnashing maw of waves
quietude: is the modus operandi of the coast this summer morning
tiny yellow flowers carried downstream: letters to ghosts
elancharan gunasekaran 