Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Decay


The decay is as much a truth as the life.

It is as constant as change.

Old has to move out to make room for new.

Only it should not be a decay of hearts.

8 comments:

Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.