Secrets whispered beneath sparkling splendors,
Stinging reminiscences of sultry summers, silken spells,
Silent songs; Savoring the scabs.
Linking with Blogging from A to Z Challenge : April 2014
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
Secrets whispered beneath sparkling splendors,
Stinging reminiscences of sultry summers, silken spells,
Silent songs; Savoring the scabs.
Linking with Blogging from A to Z Challenge : April 2014
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