memories of the forest and wild dogs howling how many moons have passed
Tag: Singapore
the quietude of the autumn forest at this magnitude bathe the soul in green
my storms sleep outside the door tonight the monsoon for company
tread light across a sea of bedsheets to meet you halfway
with each whisper she becomes more beautiful quiet eyes at dawn
fertilize gaslit minds with truth the calm in the summer garden
as we prune round the edges of this conspiracy the lies are unearthed
late noon we tend to our feelings in the zen garden
word after word layer upon layer of substance to flesh out this scene between stage and script
the rain has stopped and the flesh is woke with designs of defiance
elancharan gunasekaran 