the light stolen fights its way back to our realm: the hue of birdsong turns gold
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dreams of numbing neon lights on alien shores
holding my breath: walking through a death cloud of river flies
deep noon: a bulbul appears just to query my soul
spring after dawn: the tea cup smoulders with the rage of the coming summer
old woodland: the mist changes the ambience but the danger remains the same
chaos: as playful crows take turns surfing the cold ocean draft
quietly i lay in bed and build my dreams from scratch
the rain at last: the body freed learns to the breath again
this spring day silence reigns supreme
elancharan gunasekaran 