The Living Dead
In a grim blue-lit place, I had an epiphany That we’re the cursed chimes of Terra’s symphony, Our minds are chained and trounced in this…
Author: Akankshya
The Lost Canopy
Like a crown, I’d see her wear those Gandhi-like glasses, Her palms wrinkled, glut with her affection Her effulgence was so that it could sparkle…