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...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
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He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
I like thinking of the afterlife this way. Peaceful words. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Teri. I am glad for your kind words
DeleteThat is the way I want to go..just wandering off into the sunset. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteThank you Kathy. I didn't want to get you thinking about going though
Deletewow..I liked the way you took it..even I was pondering on the lines of after-life for this prompt :-) Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteThank you Uma. I read the question and I knew this was what I wanted to write.
DeleteA lovely view on the transition between the worlds. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Ira. It is good to hear such kind words from you
DeleteThis is comforting :-)
ReplyDeleteSo are your words. Thank you Cheney
DeleteI love the joyful approach to "the other side."
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. I love her joyful approach to stay in this side
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